Ray pulled himself together a few minutes after the group left. He looked around, fear in his eyes. He barely spoke above a whisper. "G-Guy's? H-Hello?" Ray sat up, and pulled his knees to his chin. He sobbed, as he thought. Left...again! Jeremiah's gone. And now I'm alone in a strange place, no weapon, no food, and no direction. To Ray, the sounds of the wasteland seemed particularly scary, as he pulled himself tighter together.