THE OUT OF THE WILD GUY, Steve, must have a radio.

That’s Dawn’s thought. That’s her rationalization for not killing Warden. She’ll crawl up to the dead guy and take his radio and call for help, and hopefully Warden will stay unconscious or even die on his own.

She won’t have to kill him.

That’s her plan.

She has to crawl on her stomach and her hands and knees and she’s covered in mud by the time she gets up to the dead guy, and her legs are mostly useless, so it’s her arms pulling her up the slope, but at this point, Dawn’s arms are more or less useless, too.

It takes a long time.

The dead guy lies on his back with his head up the direction of the slope, and Dawn can see how Warden stabbed him a bunch of times and then he must have hit him with a rock for good measure. The dead guy is in fact Steve, and from this angle he doesn’t look very old or particularly tough; he looks surprised and, I don’t know, offended that Warden actually killed him.

But that doesn’t matter now.

What matters is the radio. Dawn finds the handset strapped to the dead guy’s belt. It’s a little bit bigger than a cell phone, and it looks intact. She pulls it out of the dead guy’s holster and fumbles for the on switch.

(She’s never used a radio before, but she’s hoping if she just starts calling for help someone will figure out the rest.)

Dawn locates the on switch. And the button you push to transmit a message.

She’s about to transmit her very desperate message, when—

(you guessed it)

—Warden.