Oliver ripped a lighter from his pocket. He looked at the stump of his forearm, and grabbed a stick to put in between his teeth. As soon as he was ready, he burned the wound closed. He pulled out his handgun from his holster and stood up, after he gad dressed the wound. He also had his hunting knife in his pocket. He scrambled out of the wreckage. He saw Tim, and yelled. "Tim!" He fell down the pile of metal and got up. "We need to get out, now. And find a safe place.