Kayle gathered up what medicine that was in the circle of light cast by the truck's headlights. If he lived through the night, he would head out toward Townsend 2 with what supplies he had left. Living through the night came first, though. The wolf made a makeshift splint for his wrist, then opened one of the bottles of aspirin and dry-swallowed a couple. He settled down to wait, shotgun across his knees. Please, please, let nothing happen...