A couple more people began walking in, and everyone was visibly nervous, even some people's dogs. A girl, not too much older than me, walked up to me, and asked for my weapons to be placed onto the table. She was clearly talking about my 100 lbs draw weight compound bow. I walked up to the table, and placed it, and my quiver of arrows, onto the table. I put his hand on the knife hidden in the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms, and paused. [i]Should I put it down on the table[/i], I thought, [i]or keep it, just in case?[/i] I pulled it out, and placed it on the table, [i]it's what God would want, and I've already sinned enough[/i]. I walked back to my seat, and sat down. I had my messenger bag on his lap. The contents of this bag, the bow, quiver, the clothes he was wearing, and knife were my only belongings. I discreetly connected his earphones to his phone, and strung one though a sleeve of his hoody. I started playing some music, quiet enough so that other people didn't notice it. Thankfully, the bag that I had picked up when I ran out of my house had my solar charger. I was surprised that I had kept it going this long. I hoped that this meeting could get started quickly, I wanted to get back to hunting food.