Horius shook his head, knowing this would've happened. He contemplated what to do in the situation before him. He could just kill him and say some animal got to him. Or he could simply let him go. He didn't know what to do, so he simply stayed put, watching Alec continue to struggle to walk off. One more shot and he'd be too weak to keep on walking, he thought. He might as well let him go. But Horius vowed the next time he saw that rat, he'd be dead. Horius turned and began walking off, hoping the wild animals got to Alec before he managed to reach camp.
Alec kept walking until he reached a small campsite with a tent, a sleeping back and a makeshift fireplace. He sat down on the sleeping bag and pulled out a first aid kit. Alec pulled his jacket & leafs off of his wound and grabbed a pair of scissors. He cut away the fabric by his wounds and started to clean them, washing away the dirt. After he was done cleaning them, he used tweezers to pull the bullets out. Alec grabbed a needle and some thread and started to sew his wounds closed.