Kritch had finally made his way out of that horrible prison, he had been hobbling behind the other two hellscapers to the escape vehicle while dodging those unruly prisoners that were swarming back into the terrible place called Hell. His hand was still mangled from the previous encounter, the initial pain had subsided but having a broken hand throb and bleed was still pretty inconvenient. Still, while escaping Kritch had the pleasure to see the desecrated corpse of the one that gave him quite the scare while in the vents. These even more unruly creatures seemed to have some sort of fighting capability that Kritch could rely on as he sticks towards the back watching them fight from the shadows. It was a thought, but it had to wait as an even louder noise than the screaming and yelling prison crowd was overpowered by a high pitched squealing that caused Kritch's back fur to stand straight up. The noise came from a large and fast vehicle hurdling towards their position, the squealing came from when it stopped ahead of the group before the supposed escape driver told them to hop in before that horrible beast wakes up again to start a rematch. The rat demon quickly hurtled towards the entrance, even if the vehicle was a bit smaller than he liked, it would provide ample time to recover and hide with his injuries.

Entering the surprisingly nice vehicle, a bit too nice for Kritch's standards, all seemed to be inside the vehicle as it drove away from the crowd of angry rioters outside the prison. He was still gripping his the wrist of his broken hand tightly, he would need this to be fixed as fast as possible in case of things got violent. Kritch took a few steps, sniffing and eyeing every corner and shadow to find any thing that the rat would find suspicious. He had also dropped the tent in the middle of room, sliding it off his back releasing the weight from his shoulders and allowing him to move his arms in a more free motion. Still, it seemed that this velchile was safe for now, he still didn't trust his surrounding but let himself relax just an inch more allowing him not to murder anyone that would touch his shoulder unannounced. So, he took his butt to a far corner of the RV and sat with his weapons on his lap and his eyes switching rapidly from area to area.