"I don't think we have much of a choice to keep moving until we're far enough out of their territory." He rubbed his eyes vigorously, attempting in vain to keep them from wanting to close for a very long period of time. Cameron was more than correct about him looking terrible, even if he didn't have a way to verify her assessment himself. He had managed to sleep for an hour over the past two days and he knew that his body was going to break down sooner rather than later. Yet, as he alluded to, what other choice did they have? They needed to keep plodding forward and hope that they could find shelter. Of course, that would be a monumental task. After all, in their rush to get out of the encampment, Justin hadn't stopped to consider that they had left their gear behind. No food, water, weapons or even the map that directed them to Portland. They could try to double back to the settlement, but more than likely they had scouts already on their way to try and intercept them, so getting closer to the source of danger wasn't the smartest ploy. 
"So I know we're headed north." He looked up at the moon before examining the dense forest around them. 
"I'm just going to assume that if we keep heading north, we'll wind up somewhere upstate and from there we can reassess ou-" The whistle of an arrow flew past Justin's left ear, the scout dodging to his right as he wildly attempted to scan for enemies. He could make out the outlines of two figures coming directly from the south, another just southwest. Just three? They didn't think much of their ability, did they? He got behind the trunk of a rather wide tree, the clunking of arrows against the natural barrier audible. Their attackers didn't make any other sounds, which was a testament to their natural ability to exploit the environment. He popped his head from cover just in time to find one of the attackers, a lithe woman with burning green irises, leveling her bow to deliver an arrow into Justin's skull. He grabbed the bow and cocked it upwards, the woman grunting as they struggled for control, arrow dropping from it's once elevated position onto the ground as they wrestled for control. The woman delivered a strong kick to Justin's stomach, knocking him back before dropping her bow and glided over to him, elbowing him in the ribs before attempting to deliver an uppercut. Justin threw his shoulder forward, blocking the uppercut as he wrapped his right arm around the attacking arm and bent it backwards. A snap came from the woman's shoulder girdle as she fell onto the ground, a shriek escaping her lips as he slammed his knee into her back, head going limp. He grabbed the bow and arrow now on the forest floor, loading the arrow to find that another attacker, this one male, was charging towards him, a blade gleaming in his left hand. Justin readied the arrow and let it fly, but the attacker dodged, intent on destroying his prey. That intent was quickly shot off by a burst of harsh noise and light. Another burst saw the tribal warrior fall to the ground, his brains littering the ground. 
"If you wanna get out of here in one piece, you're comin with us!"  The source of the voice was disembodied, but it was just as loud as the gunshot that had ended the life of Justin's assailant. 
"Well, don't just stand there, ya knucklehead! MOVE!" More shots were fired as Justin shouted:
"Cam, we've got no choice! We've gotta move!"