Marcus nods with approval, he wouldn't have had it any other way. He turns his bike around waiting for them to lead the way back.

The man however darts back into the woods, and comes back half a minute later with a trail of dead animals. He hoists them over in the flatbed avoiding the man, woman and their bikes and he hops into the back seat of the pick up, as he shuts the door he lets them know of a safer path back to the fortress avoiding the horde, and traps he set up around the area. A few minutes later they arrive to the entrance of his place, with a closed gate. He exits the truck, and heads toward the gate, and with the help of Marcus they push it open so that they all can get through. As he motions them in, he closes it as Marcus enters with his bike, and makes sure it's completely locked before heading up to the fortress where a sign says "ILLINOIS RENAISSANCE FAIRE" in bright red text with a golden border, he still doesn't like the color choice but what are you going to do?

As the group files out of the truck, they gaze upon the area. The port-o-potties, an enormous fire pit, weapons from swords, bows, arrows, lances, javelins, and all kinds of armor and shields, and what seems to be empty boxes of Kraft's Macaroni and Cheese overflowing a garbage can, But the one thing that spotted Marcus's eyes was a truck, a truck with the words "Culligan" in blue, he looks over at the man and he nods his head to let Marcus know it's okay to check. Marcus dashes over and checks inside and to his amazement there are jugs of water still unopened. He looks back at him in astonishment.

"Who are you?"

The man grins once more as he pulls the dead animals from the flatbed.

"I'm just a man trying to survive."