S'gettin' dark, but I c'n still hear'em gainin'. M'chest's startin' t'hurt...goddamned cigarettes, If'n I'd known I wuz gonna spend th'evenin' runnin' fer m'life, y'c'n bet I woulda cut down.

Still ain't sure where Glass is, but don't sound like they've caught'er, annat's what matters. If'n I c'n jes' keep movin' 'til full dark, mebbe I c'n lose 'em in the...

There's th'crack of a rifle, an'en somethin' slams inta m'shoulder. Don't hurt't first, jes' feels like bein' shoved hard. Stumble over a tree root, slam inta th'trunk, an; m'shirt's goin' heavy'n wet. M'whole arm's throbbin'n burnin' an' m'shoulder's goin' cold, oh CHRIST....