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A dark-skinned man runs through the forest, covered in scratches. He's breathing is heavy and the air around him is warm. It seems as though he is running from nothing. He trips over a tree root and falls down hard, laying on the ground exhausted. All that goes through his mind is "I must keep running. They are chasing me. I cannot go back." He finally falls unconscious due to hunger, praying for someone to help him...

(Mind if I join in?)
Shadow walks about...She sees a man lying on the ground, unconscious... "Oh my goodness!" She goes to help him.

Alex was breathing in too much of this smoke to last much longer. He ducked under a clear area and took a second to relax. He got back up and began running, stopping at the sight of Salimud. "You alright man?" He ran over and saw he was injured and passed out. "Oh no." Alex dropped down into a squat, grabbed Salimud by the waist and heaved him onto his shoulder and then turn and ran towards the exit of the woods.

She followed him. "Is he alright?" She asked.

Salimud stays limp, his skin very warm to the touch. He groans weakly, barely aware of his surroundings.

"I've got this." She says. She makes her hands cold and places them on him.

"He will be fine as long as we can get out of here." Saying this alex stopped and spun around scanning for a breach in the endless rows of trees and fire. He spotted what he searching for and was off like a bolt of lightning. "Keep up!" He ran out of the forest to a field just on the edge. He ran to the far side and set his human cargo down. He plopped on the ground for a quick rest.

She ran on all fours to catch up. She was there within seconds and she looked like it didn't even affect her.

Salimud opens his eyes slowly, groaning and speaking in Arabic. <Ugh...where am I?> His body temperature slowly rises, now painful for an average being to touch for more than a few seconds. He has mild bruises on his shoulder and chest. A tattoo on his forearm is barely visible under the soot and ash.

She makes her hands cold to the touch and gently lays her hands on him. She makes him colder...

Alex walked over and squatted down next to Salimud. "Well you're alive then huh?" Alex reach and grabbed his own water skin and handed it to Salimud for a drink

"He may be alive, but he doesn't look too good..." She said.

"We probably shouldnt stick around too long." Alex stood up and looked around. "Lets let him rest a bit though."

She nodded. "I'm Shadow." She says.

"Alexander, call me Alex." He walked back over and sat watching Salimud.

She nodded. She sighed. She kept Salimud cold...

Salimud shivers and coughs, his body not responding very well. As his body temperature falls to dangerous levels--lukewarm to the average human--he yells in a raspy tone to Shadow, "<Stop it! what are you doing to me?>", as his eyes start to close again.

Salimud then looked to Alex and handed the water skin back, shaking his head weakly. "<I do not drink this...>"

"Whats wrong with him? Get off him!" He grabbed the water and put it away. "Who are you?"

He realizes that these people speak English, so he starts to speak English as well. "I am Salimud. I am from the Arabic deserts, but I escaped to here. Wherever here is." His voice is weak and his eyes are a light yellow instead of their usual amber.