Horizon Ridge come with me, and you'll see

"Then take your food, and leave me be," replied Kennedy, eager to be alone again. She could have her food, it would not spoil, and he would get his peace. She seemed quick to force him to either die or stay alive, but Kennedy had not made that decision yet. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let somebody else make it for him. No, he would stay here and wither for as long as he wished, just barely getting by.

The Razorback shifted his hips, hoping for his leg to become slightly more comfortable. It had been broken badly in the rockslide, and he was certain that he would not be able to run—or walk, for that matter—the same way ever again. It was yet another tick on the "reasons to give up" list.