Jack was worn out now. He had been running for a good ten minutes. He doubled over and vomited out of exhaustion. He wiped his mouth and started walking. He knew he couldn't afford to stop and rest. The rain splashed against him, chilling him to the bone. His clothes were thoroughly soaked. He continued on, he didn't care what it took, he wasn't going to be found. Not by elves, beastials, or the group.