Scott, realizing the beast is finally dead, slows to a stop. He had already let go of the girl, and as he looks around, he realizes they are all in one piece. However, as the laughter starts, and he joins in, it seems he was partly wrong. None could survive this day with their minds being all there. Not for a while anyway. He checks his pack for spare ammunition to reload his spent magazines, finding only a single .45 to load his handgun.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Wow... What a day..."</span><br/><br/>He watches the one hunter begin a roll-call, silently taking stock of their situation. He had to assume they were all running out of ammunition, and he'd lost his machete at some point through that mad dash in the forest. Things weren't looking good. He'd seen more action in the past few hours than perhaps the past month.<span style="font-style: italic">Then again, there was that incident with the bandits...</span><br/><br/>Yeah, things weren't horrible.<span style="font-style: italic">But nevertheless... "We should get moving quickly. I'm getting a bad feeling about this forest."</span>He lets the slide crack forward on his handgun.