Dead bodies, burning bodies, scary war veterans, and scary rednecks. What he did know is that even though Eli's methods were not... ideal... he was getting things done. And if Eric decided to pop Eli in the back of the head would that make him any better? Maybe there was something Eric wasn't getting. Eli had good intentions, that much Eric could tell from his thoughts. Not much else sadly. 

Eli mentioned for Eric to go back to his place and grab some guns, guns he had. Not a lot but he had some. Though not a lot of ammo. He was just hoping that Christi was alright... who knew what was going through her head after now... He should have?! ...so why wasn't he? That... he would have to figure out later, now, he needed to prepare. Eric knew there were more people like Christi's brother. A few of them tried to find him in the woods just this morning. One of them shot at him!

Going back to his own place wasn't easy, his truck was still at his place. Meaning it was one hell long of a walk. With a shotgun in his hands none the less. By the time he got back his 12 gauge was on the floor where he left it, still loaded. He grabbed his 30-06 from under his bed and checked ammo. He had about 25 shells for the 20 gauge, 18 shells for his 12 gauge, and about 12 cartridges for his 30-06. Though it only held one shot at a time. "[color=007236]It's not enough...[/color]" If things got really bad, a couple shotguns and a single shot rifle wouldn't do a lot for them. Especially with the amount of ammo he had.

Eric not being in a situation to go out and buy ammo, went to the one place he could think of to get some decent weaponry. Eric put the ammo into his backpack with some other basic survival supplies, then he put the guns behind his seat, and drove over to his Uncle Felix. Or at least his old home. 

When he got to his uncle's place his uncle's car was parked out front shining in much better condition then the rest of the house. The house it self was old, but standing, the car looked new, but it was old. Eric ran in to the house with his truck parked on the lawn, he found his uncle watching TV in the living room. "[color=007236]Uncle Felix! I need guns! Something bad is going down.[/color]" His uncle just looked over to him. "[color=0072bc]Bad as in world war three started, or bad as in you fucked up and aliens are invading?[/color]" Eric wasn't sure how to answer this. "[color=007236]Uhh... The second one.[/color]" His uncle nodded. "[color=0072bc]The combination to the safe is 1-2-3-4-5...7. Remember I'll be making you work for what ever you can't replace.[/color]" Eric was almost gleeful, then he remembered that he was grabbing guns because he may die...

Inside his uncles gun safe was a collection of guns, ammo, and other things that his uncle should probably not have. Eric grabbed his duffle bag and through in a .22 bolt action, a twelve gauge with a pistol grip with out a stock, he then grabbed his uncle's semi-auto rifle, looked kinda like one of those old M1 Grands. Then he decided to grab one of his uncle's scoped rifles, figured it wouldn't hurt. Unless someone asked him why he had all the guns. After the guns were loaded up Eric started throwing in ammo, lots and lots of ammo. 

Things were starting to look tense at the meeting place. Eli had a hand on his gun, there were... a notable amount of people in the new car here, a few of them already out, and here was Eric, his frame lanky, scrawny, and with a  12 gauge in his hands. Behind Eli's truck he was safe if things started to happen, but he was in easy site of anyone in this little get together. He wasn't sure if he came across as threatening, or as goofy, but he didn't care. Other then Eli's pistol, Eric had all the guns here. He wasn't seeing any with the new group of people. "[color=007236]Oh goody! more people... Does that mean someone here knows what's going on?[/color]"