Eric was in a mess of situations right now. "[color=007236]Let... let me get this right... Take them to a theoretical safe house, in my two door truck with two seats, and a pretty decent collection of guns. Like... Really decent. Like if they get their hands on them I will be royally fucked. Then you want me to baby sit everyone? But don't babysit them? Like... I'd be a look out dog? I mean everyone could sit in the bed in the back, I could drive slow and that would work I guess.[/color]" He looked at his own truck, it was in need of work, it broke down every other week, normally it was an easy fix but still. Eric wasn't too pleased about it. "[color=007236]I'll see what I can do, just hurry up and catch up. I don't want to be found in an episode of Law and Order.[/color]" 

Eric went over to the car full of his new [i]Friends[/i], his shotgun slung over his back. "[color=007236]So hello people, I am Eric, I am your new baby sitter, and I want you to know that due to some cargo that I am borrowing, you all will have to sit in the back of my truck there. I didn't know that was going to be the case or I would have brought a pillow or something.[/color]" He looked back at Eli, who was giving a shotgun to his new friend. Who when Eric tried to listen in was only getting headaches. It was like there was a whole group of people trying to interact at once.

On his way over to the truck Eric stopped by Eli and his new friend. "[color=007236]I don't know what's going through your head, or what medication you might be on, but listen to some music. Preferably lyric-less music. It will make it easier for you to focus. And help my life by a lot. 'Kay, thanks... Bye now![/color]" Eric strolled his way to his truck, throwing the bag of guns and ammo into the passenger seat.

Getting into the driver seat, he waited for everyone before he decided to drive off. "[color=007236]Al aboard, because shit is going to get real... and chances are we are all going to die.[/color]" Eric starting up his truck, then driving to the cabin.