They're trying to get as many of us as they can, yes. [The cut will undoubtedly clot and scab so long as he doesn't act a fool (good luck), and that's as much as he can ask for right now.

He turns his arm and squeezes his fist a moment, testing the mobility.] I always have a plan. [When he lifts his head, his eyes skim past her and to the island itself, searching.] I need to look around.

You need to hide. Just because the sirens are gathering more victims doesn't mean they won't take the time to eat.