A while passed before Jake finally snapped awake. He tried to sit up, but then felt his head ache so he laid back down for a moment before slowly sitting up. He reached up, pulled his helmet off, and then rubbed his forehead, which only served to smear blood over his forehead. Jake sighed softly then was glad that it was only a scratch. In fact, his face felt pretty scratched up considering he'd had his helmet strapped on. "Fuck.." he mumbled, wincing again. In truth, his whole body ached from the fall. He then looked up and saw that he hadn't rolled too far down the hill, and thankfully there were no infected around. As he raised his right arm up, he winced again, then saw that part of his sleeve was torn, and he was bleeding. Jake then moved to stand up slowly, wincing as he did. After pulling his backpack off, he unzipped it, then rooted around in it before finding a gauze wrap. He cursed softly, but then figured that would have to do. He ripped off a good length then put the rest back in the bag and zipped it up.<br/><br/>Jake then set the bag down for a moment and knelt down so that he could pull his ripped sleeve back, then wrap the gauze around the injured area of his arm. He'd take a look at it later on, as now he needed to get moving again and try to find the group that he'd gotten separated from. Once it was all wrapped up, Jake stood back up, then slung his backpack over his shoulders before looking around for a moment before finding his rifle, unaware someone was coming up. He picked it up, then checked and thankfully it was still functional. At least it looked it. He didn't want to risk firing off a shot, just in case there were infected around, which he bet there were. He then took around and spotted a man aiming a rifle at him. Jake stopped, then nodded when he heard the man's voice. He vaguely recognized him as one of the team members. "A little bruised up, but I should be good," Jake called out, standing there for a moment before he started towards Utem.<br/>