Ryan had decided to stay mostly silent as Ingrid, whose name he only now just learned, and William, a very intimidating man, introduced themselves to each other. He only gave a small nod when his name was spoken. Once that was done with, he quickened his pace to his truck to make sure it hadn't been messed with. [i]Everything seems to be here.[/i][color=B22222]"I'm glad no one got hurt. I probably would have never been able to forgive myself."[/color] Ryan climbed into the driver's seat, stuck his left leg out the door, and began to push the truck toward a better parking spot than the middle of town.

After putting the truck in park next to one of the collapsed buildings nearby, Ryan grabbed his backpack filled with ammo and his three guns. Berettas now holstered on his belt, Remington slung over his shoulder, and backpack strapped to his back, he made his way to the porch of the building and sat down. Ryan looked over the town now that there was nothing else on his mind. [i]This place is... a dump. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything fancy. We don't want to advertise to every monster out there that this is our HQ. Now, where can I get some food?[/i]