<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>Lucas Broadbent looked up at the boat behind him woozily, the days of slowly losing body heat to the river on the raft leaving him sluggish. "People? Hey!" He called up as he turned and grabbed hold of a thick metal bolt on the hull of the boat. "Don't worry, I'll just get over to the dock..." Blinking as he looked up at the sky, colour flooded him as he realised the time. "Aw, fucksticks." He groaned as he started scanning the side of the boat for a way up.<br/><br/>Water streamed from him and his clothing as he pulled himself halfway out of the river, feet searching underwater for something to brace against.. Getting a foothold, he slung his duffel bag down into his hand and swung it to build up momentum. "Hey girl! Catch!" With a grunt he hurled the bag to spin up into the air towards the railing, as full of river water as it is of his gear. A rough shake of his head shook water from his face and hair as he spat and coughed for a moment.<br/><br/>"Thanks big guy." He gave Jim a nod as he leaned up to grip the man's wrist. Lucas used the leverage to get his other hand up to the rail, pulling himself up and over it in a scramble. Dropping onto the deck with a wet splat, he lay there for a couple of breaths, looking up at the two. "Hope I'm not interrupting?" He grinned toothily then paused.<br/><br/>"Oh right. Nightfall." He pushed himself to his feet, wincing and swearing under his breath. Scanning around the way almost everyone who'd survived this long did on instinct now he spared a glance to Jim and a few more to Arlene. "I'm Lucas, we got a not dying tonight plan?"