[i]Why can't things just be simple? Why can't people just do right... Why are there a flock birds flying over the us?[/i] Eli's eyes opened wide at the numerous possibilities. None of them were good. 

Eli turned to watch the birds  when he heard the sound of a branch snapping. He raised his gun and stepped towards the treeline. A single deer came running out. 

When nothing followed, Eli took a deep breath and lowered his weapon. "You two can stay out here for the night. Christabell, you need anything let me know." Eli said turning back to the little girl and old man. 

"Cornwall! Keep an eye out! I need have a word with our wonderful benefactor." Eli said loudly, walking passed the truck. 

Eli was heading to an old barbecue joint that the leader of the town ran. It was more of a base of operations than a restaurant but still the food was good.