Luke looked around and noticed some other people up and looking his way. He tried to wave them over in a friendly way. He wanted to get a group together so that he could have company. He didn't like being alone. After he waved he looked down at the deer, he started to start cutting. Someones got to do it. It's a mighty gross job but if he is going to feed himself and now all these people, this deer has to be emptied out. When he opened up the deer his face cringed because the smell was so putrid but he kept going. He knew this was the only way. That he could think of. Blood was splashing all over his arms and shirt.