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Mead had spent most of the day trying to close up his bullet wound once again. He removed the dressing at one point and the hole was filling with pus. If he didn’t get proper treatment soon he would surely die from an infection. He managed to find the plant that oozed the aloe like liquid once again and he applied it generously to the entire area. If nothing else the viscous liquid soothed his pain, which was enough to keep him going. He dressed the wound tightly with scraps of Tardis’ clothes that he had ripped up for this purpose. He tried to retrace his steps to the spring he had found earlier the whole time keeping on his guard for more of those hunters that attacked him the night before. Some instinct told him that they preferred to hunt at night, so he had best make full use of the daylight, getting patched up and hydrated. After several hours he found himself back at the spring and drank from it heavily. He then rested against a rock in the shade. He strategically rested beneath the sheer cliff so that if he were to be attacked they would not be able to surround him. Knowing the best thing he could do for himself to get better at this point was to get some sleep he got as comfortable as he could and did his best to remain out of sight.

Smoke was wandering through the jungle when he came across a river. He splashed water on his face and became aware that he had suffered small burns all over. That fire ball that shitty magic guy threw must have blown up right into his face and he didn’t even notice because of the adrenaline rush he was experiencing. He looked down and also noticed several small burn holes in his shirt. “Son of a bitch,” he thought. “I definitely should have killed that other fucker.” Smoke sat down and drank some water trying his best to relax. He wanted to find some food, but he was sick of savaging for fruit, what he really wanted was something hearty and meaty. He figured that the local wildlife must come to this river to drink so he decided to hide in a nearby bush so that he could get the drop on any delicious animals that may pass by.
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Guybrush is my homeboy.