Quest's sleep was filled with nightmares of fire, wolf-esque mutations, and Al. As he twisted and turned in his little bed of foliage, a stick fell onto the boy's stomach. Waking with a cry of surprise, Quest found himself in a cold sweat. He had a smashing headache, and putting his hand to his forehead Quest could feel an unmistakable heat emanating from his skin. Great, just great. Putting his hand experimentally to his wound, pain ruptured through the boy. The bleeding had stopped, which means it wasn't extremely deep, but who knows what could of been on the creature's claws. And a night out in the open wouldn't do wonders for it either. Glancing up to take a look at the sky, Quest spotted the man in the tree and froze.

What the hell? Quest's hand went instinctively to the bow at his side. It was fortunately unscathed after the encounter with the wolf-monster, the sturdy wood holding up after getting thrust out of his hands. Quest was on his feet in an instant, bow raised. Quest felt weak, lightheaded and fatigued. As he pulled back the string of his bow, arrow nocked, he could feel the flesh around his wound stretch. Cursing under his breath at the pain, Quest fought through the urge to collapse back down and aimed his bow up towards the man. People, Quest knew, were more dangerous than any army of mutants, and there was no trusting any of them. Al was the only person he'd trusted, and now he was gone.

"Alright asshole, don't make a move or I'll let this arrow loose!"

The small boy said shakily, not feeling quite as brave as he sounded. Quest's hands shook as he held up the bow, and his body felt weak, as if he were about to collapse. Backing up slowly, Quest planned on escaping the clearing without any trouble. Though there was one thing he was sure of, he wouldn't hesitate to let his arrow fly.