[A part of him finds the intense fatigue rather familiar. While this in and of itself doesn't alarm him, the fact that he feels weaker with each step, combined with the scream earlier, brews the suspicion that he must be wary of what lies ahead.

Ahead is the fence.

His legs, however, are weary. Just when they threaten to give out, he hears a murmur and presses onward to find a girl. His words tumble out slowly in a quiet, indoor voice as he hangs onto the last vestiges of his strength by propping himself up on an arm against a tree.]

I didn't realize that there was someone ahead of me . . . I advise you to turn back. It would be dangerous to advance any farther.