Flint watched the truck stop then a woman was brought out and pushed rolling down the hill and close to his side. He freaked out a little racking the bolt on his rifle and aiming it before realising the woman was injured "Hey ... you ok?" Flint asked his voice raspy. He coughed to clear his throat, that had been the first time he had spoke aloud in several days. "What happened there?" Flint asked his voice normal now. He looked over the woman with her scrapes and bruises. He kept the rifle barrel poised at her, he felt sympathetic but she had a weapon and you could never be too careful.