Weston had been half asleep when he caught the faint sounds of movement in the warehouse. Gripping his gun tightly, he was put on full alert to whoever might be there trying to fight the sleepiness away while he focused. In the distance he could see a light but he couldnâ€™t see where it was coming from; it wasnâ€™t a flashlight that much was certain and it made him wary. Could a Hell Scout have followed him in here just as he had worried? Part of him wanted to get the hell out of there but he knew he wouldnâ€™t be able to move fast now. Heâ€™s lost too much blood, his injuries would do nothing but slow him down, and he was tired and needed to rest. Whatever was sharing this place with him wouldnâ€™t get much of a challenge out of him as he was in no condition to put up much of a fight at all.<br/><br/>There was a sort of strange warmth in the place now and it began to coax him back into wanting to sleep but before he could do that a voice caught his attention. A woman had approached him but what really sent up the red flags was the fact that she had called him a human. Normally he would not think too much on that but since she seemed welcoming enough but he could sense that there was something different from her. And from the looks of things, after taking in what she was wearing, she was a Rebel much to his relief. However that did not mean she would be completely honest with him, he wasnâ€™t ready to drop his guard just yet even if she was helping him.<br/><br/>When she tended to his wound he flinched a bit and hissed from the pain, but he tried to be calm. The gun in his hands was just a pretty little accessory now so there really wasnâ€™t much else he could do at this point other than let her help him. There was no point in even trying to be intimidating. Maybe she could get him some more ammo.<br/><br/>Looking at the woman, Weston didnâ€™t even thank her, but instead he said, â€œHell, it would be just my luck that I was the only one whoâ€™d survive that.â€ For quite some time he has been fighting these Hell mutants and has been through quite a lot during that time, he was not about to back down because of a deep wound. He had warned those men not to rush ahead, why the hell do people never listen to him when he was right? It was pretty irritating whenever he lost people. He was supposed to place his trust them and then they go ahead and do something stupid like get killed. How was he supposed to trust people when all they did was die on him? Eventually he just stopped, thatâ€™s how. This was all a part of war after all, people fight and people get killed. If you even wanted to call this a war anymore that is, honestly he was beginning to wonder himself.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t try to stand; he knew he was too weak to try to move around too much. These wounds were pretty bad and would definitely take awhile to heal. Once he was well enough he would be on his way again just like he has been for the past few months. It was the same routine every single time. He would find a group of people looking to get out of here and follow them, come to know them a bit, share stores, but he would never get attached. This whole situation has made him a pretty distant person who tended to just push others away especially after his best friend was killed. Instead of turning to vengeance he just decided to shut down and become more of a loner.<br/><br/>She was right about one thing though, and that was he would have died of blood loss had she not followed him and had he fallen asleep. Pride was keeping him from thanking her but he was pretty grateful that she was helping him even if he wasnâ€™t really showing it.