[A bunch of them scatter, but there's still a few that stay, further in the house where Ken is. There's one trying to claw at the hole Ken clambered into, and there's Ken in the back, looking kind of bloody and everything.]
[Ken pushes himself onto his knees to crawl out of the hole. He's got claw marks on his face and arms and he has bites on his ankles.] I was getting food...
I can walk. [He looks around again, and staggers forward. In one corner of a room, hidden behind a busted couch, he finds the spear that he dropped, too. He uses that to support himself upright.] The wolves might come back.
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What were you doing?
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I think it's downstairs.
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How do you feel?
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Eat.
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Thank you. I'll be okay, Leader. I promise.
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Thank you for coming to help me.
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[Come on Ken. Get used to it.]
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I think I just got too close to them.
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