Nathaniel began clutching his heart. "I'm getting to old for this shit. I need a drink" Nathaniel reached into his pockets and pulled out his flask. He took a deep gulp and set it down. He picked himself up. " Where is the rest of this fucking unit. Lazy pieces of shit" mumbling fuckers under his breath, he took another swing and boarded the train. "Marcus, get everybody else! We need to get this shit on the road. Also, give me some beer while your at it.". Nathaniel pulls out a cig from his pocket and lights it up. He takes a good suck in "I'm getting to old for this shit."