Connor clambered into the cave, the sound of stone on stone dully echoing through the cave, until Val decided on the perfect placement of the beam. He assisted in placing it there, laying it into the ground steadily to ensure that it wouldn't shake or turn. Once it had been set into place correctly, Connor decided that maybe he should get some sleep himself. He had done a lot of things today that he really needed to get outside of his system. Very badly.

As the group began to settle in, lying on the grass outside of the cave, Connor simply lay flat on the ground, staring into the sky. He had calmed himself now. The adrenaline had stomped pumping, and he no longer felt energized and ready, all of the day's troubles were finally beginning to catch up with the golem. [i]You've killed over 10 sentient, living, breathing people.[/i] He thought. [i]You've murdered 10 people in cold blood.[/i]" He shook his head, the stone clattering against earth.

[i]What happened?[/i] Connor rolled over onto his side. [i]When did it start happening?[/i] Connor still had the memories of after the apocalypse was announced, crystal clear in his mind. A lot of people crying. Some people lying the streets, drunk, mostly. He remembered breaking into various buildings. He remembered holding a gun to someone. A lot of people seemed to be underestimating what was happening. They thought it was all going to blow over.

Hearing Connor, he glanced over to the strange, draconic Phoenix creature. "Hrmph." He grunted, staring over at him. "What do you want? I could still do some things. I'm not all knocked out quite yet." That wasn't quite the truth. He could would probably fall asleep like a rock ( which he was ) if he were to lay down again. But this place could definitely use some fortification. He didn't want to get invaded while he was sleeping or something.