I wince as Cobalt rubs an antiseptic wipe over the cut in my leg. It"s deeper than we first thought, and needs more cleaning, which hurts worse than doing it in the first place.
"Where did you get the first aid kit from?" I ask. He chose to bring a knife in with him, so this doesn"t make much sense.
"I spent the first day or so searching for items left behind by other contestants," he explains.
"Is that how you trapped the pheasant?"
He shakes his head as he dabs at the wound again. "I made a trap with my shoelaces. There"s a certain amount of luck involved to trapping in an unfamiliar environment, but they were fairly noisy. I think because they"re left alone for three months at a time."
"Oh."
"Anyway, I found a first aid kit with a few antiseptic wipes and a bandage." He motions to
