Plea

Stanley arrived back outside and looked at the man who was getting back up. Even with a hole in his shoulder, he was standing up, seemingly to fight.

His right arm was seemingly useless due to the wound on his shoulder, but his left arm was fine. Not that it mattered when he was going to fight against Stanley.

Stanley stood outside, but he didn't move away. The person in the trees had to still be there.

He waited for the man to move, but the man didn't. Instead, he only grunted where he stood and looked at Stanley with wild anger in his eyes.

But his words were different.

"Wait, don't attack me!" he shouted, staring at Stanley and his dangling left arm. "Let's team up!"

"You just tried to kill me," Stanley said.

"And you nearly killed me, but look at me trying to move forward. Don't you want someone on your team other than those two girls who can't even fight?" the man asked.