Wacko was almost to his prey when an arrow struck the dirt in front of him. He looked to the side, and took the second arrow to the shoulder. Wacko roared in pain just before the third arrow wizzed past his head; missing him by inches. "Who goes there!?" Wacko demanded, turning towards the assumed source of the arrows but saw nothing. With another cry of agony, Wacko ripped the arrow out of his shoulder. "Do you have the balls to come out and fight me?!" Wacko cried out into the bleak wasteland...<br/><br/>Bonnie was coming back to consciousness. She moaned as she tried to stand, but ended up back on the ground. Her shin-bone was broken, which made it impossible to stand. She saw and heard Wacko screaming into the empty desert, and took the opportunity. Her gun had landed next to her head. She grabbed it and aimed at Wacko, but waited. From where she was, if she shot now she would be shooting him in the back. The laws of the world may have been gone, but she could not bring herself to shoot him in the back. So she laid there, waiting for Wacko to turn towards her so she could blow his head off...