Arkain wouldn't be alone for long, as a figure could be made out in the distance. He would see the figure stumble to the ground, then get back up. Slowly, the figure would turn out to be a man. He looked rather dehydrated, his cheekbones were slightly visible on his face. This man was dressed in a sleeveless shirt, desert-camo pants, and dog tags around his neck. One could tell that he was a man of uniform and was in need of help. He fell down again, his arms holding him up from the ground. "Water..." He uttered.