Rebeca dragged Cal's limp body through the forest. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with him, but she
couldn't very well leave him to die. So, she simply brought him with. After about half an hour, Cal leapt up.
"Holy shit." Rebeca said, jumping back.
"Did you tranq me?" Cal asked.
"What? How would I... maybe." Rebeca said.
"Where did you get that gear?" Cal asked.
"Salvaged it from a trap." Rebeca said proudly, striking an overly dramatic pose.
"That's just... you know what, screw it. I can still win. Any idea if anyone lost yet?" Cal asked.
"So, you didn't hear the screaming?" Rebeca asked. Something about Rebeca made Cal not ask further about the
screaming. It was probably the eyes. Cold, pinprick eyes that vaguely glossed over when she said "screaming."
"No. So at least one person lost." Cal said.
"Two, actually." A voice said from behind them.