Tripping on a root, Lucas now found his face now coated in dirt, and decaying leaves. "That was another failure," He spoke aloud, trying to keep himself from loses consciousness, he picked himself back up slowly, dropping back in the mud once. "Wretched body, always at its limits when I want to go further.." Losing his balance, he embraces against a tree and pauses to look at his hands, covered in blood and mud, he grins, "It was worth it though, couldn't let it escape." stumbling as he traversed his way out of the woods, away from the scene he left. What would appeared to be a small bear was lying dead behind him, "Such a pity too, it was making so much progress," He chuckled, but it turned into a cough as blood ran out his mouth. He was in rough shape, the struggle had left him with only a handful of cuts, and bruises, maybe a broken rib or two, nothing that Lucas couldn't force back to normal in his lab...if he could make it back. He let out another cough, ending in more off a gag this time as more blood came from his mouth, "Damnit!" He cursed, "This is why I hate it when others touch my virus'." His speech was getting lower and lower, he also noticed as he tried to push onward that his vision was steadily going on him, "Just a bit further..." He reached his hand forward, he was nearing the edge of the woods, but it would be too late, he fell forward and everything went blank.