"'Medics! Hey! Um, I think I should get some proper bandages. These are just ripped clothes...Do I need proper bandages?" Davidson called out, sitting on the grass near his friends. "On a brighter note, atleast we're alive." He thought it was best to ignore the other people. Dying. Dead. Dead-er.

He sighed. "What do you guys think happened anyway?" He wrapped his yellow jacket around him and watched the chaos.