Cedric knows he needs to clear some distance before he can empty the contents of his stomach. He scrambles across rickety roof tiles throwing himself at a nearby tree. There's a nearby branch just in his reach, and with that start he can slide down until it's safe enough to jump and run.

He starts inching down, scraping his palms raw with bark. This is a horrible way to die. He's outside, alone, with no clue where his companions went. Apparently others have died before them---been murdered, it looks like. It's enough to make him sick.

Hopefully the monster won't get out right away. The field's largely barren, and there's not much to fight him with. More time, they need more time. He just doesn't know how fast it's ticking down.

Always the spare, huh? When he thinks of the people he's left, he feels guilty. Howard's just gotten through telling him to live, and what's the first thing he does? Sacrifice himself.

Well, maybe he can be a fighting sacrifice.