He's in the middle of nowhere, stumbling through the forest with scratches all over, a broken eyebrow, and a bullet wound through his arm. The blood trails are slow and tainting his tanned body, but all he can think of is reaching civilization.

Indiana's steps get heavy as soon as he sees a village, with a couple of little houses. He makes eye contact with you, working the ground around, and he finally collapses.

"A little bit of help, huh?" Indiana smiles, charmingly hoping you know English.