Taurus followed behind the rest of the squad with his faithful canine companion Grunt at his side. As terrible as every part of the shit that had happened and that was still going to happen was he was at least grateful and happy that he had Grunt at his side. He made a fine companion, that was for sure. Suddenly though the bloody mutt was no longer at his side, he had ran forward apparently seeking someone or something out. Taurus did his best to keep himself under control in these events but he still couldn't help but feel a little panicky. They were practically in a war zone after all. It wasn't good form to say that to anyone still left in the city though. You start calling somewhere or something a war and people start acting like soldiers. Anyway, he imagined the feeling he got when Grunt ran ahead was somewhat akin to the feeling one gets when their child runs off in a crowded supermarket... Maybe. Either way he picked up his pace, sqeezing by the others until he was side by side with New Castle. Listening and following through.

“Grunt, stand down.” With that the average sized dog moved away from the injured man and back to Taurus' side. “Good lad.”

“I don't have any medical equipment. What about you guys? Anything? I'm no doctor either but I could do an okay job of patching him up if you fellows aren't feeling up to it... Failing that, don't these trains have a first aid box somewhere?”