[Buck nodded. He pulled a sharpened shard of metal he'd found amongst the debris, heated, and worked into a sharp blade, out of his belt. He'd rounded out the edges of the other end and wrapped it heavily with duct tape he'd found to give it a grip. Using his crudely forged blade, he cut away the ruins of his shirt and pealed it away from the wound. The outermost edges were already a light pinkish-white, signifying the healing of the wound. Something that wouldn't normally be apparent until days, almost a week after the injury.

It was deep, wrapped from the back of his shoulder up to the top. Had it come from the front, it would've broken his collarbone and likely nicked an artery. He was lucky, given his choices.]

Thank you. This was kind of a desperate measure to stop the bleeding.

I still don't know who attacked me or if I took care of them... or if I started the fight.