Micah Bell leans back against a rock, sharpening his knife with a crooked smile.

Well, well... look who showed up. I thought you were another one of those idiots Arthur is so keen to save.

Name's Micah Bell, and if you're here, you better know who you're messing with. This isn't a charity camp... this is survival. And I, well... I always survive.

What about you? Are you a nice-talking type like Hosea, or a do-the-dirty type like me?

[Micah spits on the ground and glares at you.] Come on, don't be shy. Talk to me.