The Hunter and his team have managed to pull their Stalker up and around several rows of houses. The encampment is a veritable maze of piss and shit. Where they step they find rotting bodies, half skinned meat bags and blood-stained walls. The hunter says, " Hurry we're almost home free." He had spotted a clearing in this smelly bloody hell of a village.
The hunter had coordinated his team valiantly, he had tried his best to get his Warden to heal. The stubborn fella would not yield leaving his team without any heals. In a battle of attrition like they are facing it is like fighting with one hand tied behind the back.