[b]"So, coming or not?"[/b] Anthony asked, [b]"Cause looking at you, I think you could use a partner."[/b]

The man reloaded his pistol, and he was making Bobby exceedingly nervous. He seemed to have no regard for how much noise he's been making, or how such noise attracted the raiders in droves, having just as much of a death wish as their friends. And even more concerning was how nonchalant the man was at having killed several people... crazed or not. Was the Overground truly so awful as to turn people as such?

Or was this guy even more insane than he presumed? He seemed to have a good handle of protecting himself, but for all he knew he'd use him as bait or start banging pots and pans together like a madman, as all evidence was starting to lead. But Bobby knew he would have to make the upward journey sooner rather than later, and this was probably his best ticket.

Only now did Bobby realize he was musing silently to himself, leaving the man staring at him impatiently. [b]"I, uhh... okay. But one condition."[/b] In the time of half a second, Bobby released a rock in the direction of one of the corpses ten feet away, leaving a large indent in his skull. Bobby points at his craftiwork. [b]"I have a no touch policy. ALSO! I'm a, uh... black belt in Tai Kwon Do. So. Yeah. Watch yourself."[/b]