Luc sat down on a log. He'd tried to keep up with the others, but he just didn't have the strength or energy to keep himself going on such a messed up leg. He peeled away the cloth of his pants from the wound. The motion caused it to bleed. Great. he took a pocket knife out of his pocket and began to cut the pants at the knee so that he could keep them from rubbing the wound. 

When Luc was done with the cutting, he looked around him. He had no idea where he was. He just hoped the others would back track and come back the way they had come. That would mean they'd find him.