Arran was over a half mile down the road when he noticed that the skeleton hadn't followed him. Then, after checking to make sure there wasn't another sneaking up on him, he collapsed to the road, breathing deeply. He was alive. And in pain. There were four shorts scratches across the side of his stomach where the skeleton had struck him. There weren't deep, but there was blood<br/><br/>They, at least, proved that he hadn't imagine the whole thing, because there wasn't a skeleton chasing him, and he had no intention of going back and checking. No sir.<br/><br/>Arran looked around again to make sure there was no-one spying on him, then quickly shucked off his damaged shirt. He tore strips off it and used them to wrap up his wounds. Once he was certain the makeshift bandages were secure, he pulled out his spare shift (an awful baby blue colour, he thought), and put it on. Then he stood up and started walking again, looking back constantly, not wanting another skeleton to jump out at him.<br/><br/><hr/>Wits + Survival roll to notice things when changing the shirt: zero success.