Well, you take Papa Bear... and I'll start running. That's the trick with those things, right? You don't have to be faster than them, just faster than the other guy. Pretty sure I can outrun you.

[He reaches out to draw another arrow after the footsteps have stopped and rubs his right thigh unconsciously after that. The phantom pain has been building since yesterday, along with some nausea. He needs his goddamn Vicodin. This place should have left them with their real supplies.]

And that's exactly what I'm suggesting. You don't think this place is actually real?