Meanwhile, in the forest Jack was finishing his sandwich. He took the last bite, then licked the mustard off one of his fingers. He felt satisfied. He looked up towards to sky as it continued to rain. He best be movin' on and finding shelter if he wanted to survive. He thought that perhaps he had abandoned the group a little too early, but things were going pear-shaped and he didn't want to be around when they realized that they really didn't have to put up with his attitude, they could easily leave him or worse... kill him. Death did not frighten Jack as it frightened normal people. He saw it as inevitable and that no matter what you do you are someday going to die. He already felt dead inside, so being dead outside would be nothing but a release for him. However, he did want to survive long enough to see his family one last time. He missed them. He pulled the picture of him and his sister out of his pocket and looked at it.<br/>"I'll be back..." He said to it in a hushed tone, "I promise..." Then he held the picture aganst his chest. He then put it back in his pocket and leaned back against the tree. He knew he should get moving, because there were predators out and the group might be a bit... miffed that he left them for dead, and he certainly didn't want them finding him. He was just about to head out when he heard something. He heard footsteps, and they sounded heavy. He quickly hid in a cluster of leaves and peered down below himself, praying that whatever it was making those footsteps would not see him.