Scott would meander about until the party was ready, far beyond the point of being ready to move. Nearly 350 rounds of ammunition, gone in a day.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ugh. The faster we get to Moscow, the better.</span>There were rumors of how Moscow had been taken over by merciless gangs, mutants, horrifying nature in general, but compared to this forest it had to be better. Scott bent to retrieve a broken scrap of metal that seemed to have once been a steel pipe, and searched in his bag for a scrap of cloth and some duct tape to wrap the handle with.<br/><br/>Having done this, and as such acquired a fairly menacing weapon, he simply followed around different members of the hunting party, managing to find Darina through the mass of people. As he saw her, he heard her thank him and merely waved in response. The days events had just about drained him. There was just no possibility of rest in this place. Even for a few minutes.<br/><br/>He knocked on a tree trunk, not wanting to jinx this short reprieve they had.