Blair had no idea how long or how far she'd traveled, but she knew she couldn't keep walking much longer. Each step was like a stab to her ribs. Her breathing came in constricted gasps. Blair eased herself against a tree. She had gone as far as her body would allow.

Blair grabbed the med bag trap and eased the bag off her back. She set the bag on the ground and eased herself down to the ground. Blair eased her back against the trunk of the tree. She unzipped her jacket and carefully prodded her ribs. Her fingers gently pressed against her left rib cage. She bit back a groan as she found the tender part of her ribs. Blair pulled back her hand and zipped up her jacket.

She exhaled slowly, looking around. Blair remembered looking over the map with Marcus and Lucas before takeoff. There was an outpost nearby she was sure of it. It was only a matter of time before Blair found it. So why hadn't she found any signs of the outpost yet? The only reason she could think of was…she'd gone the wrong direction. Blair hoped that wasn't the case.

A sharp whistle caught Blair's attention. Blair rose to her feet, as fast as she could without giving away her injuries.

Someone stepped out of the trees, about twenty feet from Blair. She could see his face clearly in the moonlight, but she could make out his figure despite his baggy clothes. He was short, possibly five two. His had a bulky build as he had several different types of clothes draping over his body. He had to be bald or balding since his head was wrapped up.

"What's a pretty little thing like you, doing out here alone?" he asked.

Blair kept her composure. "I'm looking for some people."

He nodded, stepping closer. "Well, you certainly have found some."

It was then Blair noticed four more figures step out from behind the trees. They had taken the time to move around her, encircling her.

"Looks like." Blair said. "Sorry to say you guys aren't who I'm looking for."

The man in front of her shrugged his shoulders. "How can you be so sure?"

Blair tightened her grip on her gun. "I can read people very well."

"Well that's too bad." The man said. "Because you sure as hell are who we're waiting for."

The men began to move in on Blair. She raised her gun, showing it to all of them.

"Stay back." Blair warned.

Someone laughed behind her. Blair turned just as he swung at her. He held something in his hand that contacted with Blair's hand. It was hard, but t made no echo on impact with her hand. A branch. The branch slammed in her hand, knocking the gun from her grasp.

Blair cried out in pain, recoiling her arm toward her chest. Her hand trembled against her chest. Blair seethed in pain.

The bald man picked up her gun. "You shouldn't point guns at people. Might hurt them."

The laughing continued around her.

"I don't need a gun to hurt someone." Blair stated. She moved fast, faster than she should have. Blair swung her leg up and kicked the bald man in the chest. He stumbled backwards.

The man with the branch swung at Blair again, slamming the branch into her chest. The air was force out of Blair's lung with violent force. Blair jerked forward, choking on nothing. She bent over, trying to regain her breathing. Then another strike came to the back of her leg. Blair dropped to her knees in pain. She looked up just as the branch came at her head. Blair didn't have enough time to move. The branch crashed down across Blair's face. Blair's head snapped to the side from the force, collapsing on the ground.

Blair groaned and pushed herself up with her good arm. She winced, only causing herself more pain. She tried crawling away despite the pain enraging from her chest and hand.

"Bitch." Someone snapped.

Blair felt one of the men grab her foot and dragged her from her escape. She groaned as the movements jarred her injuries further. Another man came up beside her and kicked her onto her back. Blair seethed in pain. The man with the stick stood above Blair. He forced Blair's hands by her head. He slammed the stick on her throat, practically choking her. Blair's hands grabbed the stick and tried to pry it off her throat.

"Hold her down." Someone said.