Oliver moved slightly in front of Cerys so she wouldn't get shot if things went wrong. He felt weak and was in immense pain. His arm was bleeding heavily from the gun shot. "My name is Oliver and this is my sister Cerys. We're like you." He said. He could feel the pain shooting through his arm. The bullet was still in there but he'd have to deal with that later.

Cerys his behind Oliver. "They don't look like they have guns. So if they're using anything like lasers or something, I can't block oy" she said. She tried to sound calm but in truth she was absolutely terrified. She can't stop lasers. She'd found that out the hard way.

"We're just trying to survive. Come on I know you don't want to hurt anyone? You're trying to survive too right?" Oliver said. He felt dizzy and almost collapsed. "Look, I need to sort this arm out, if you dont shoot me that would be appreciated" he said. He leaned back against a tree and slumped to the ground. Grabbing his shirt; he ripped the bottom off. He tied that around his arm tightly to at least slow the bleeding. And it hurt like a bitch. He sat there with his head lying back against the tree.