Samuel let out a short shrill whistle as he caught sight of the decayed hand Jackmier found. That man always got a bit too much pleasure in these situations but Sam thought him decent enough, he might even say he liked him – but Sam never was a good judge of character. Now, when people were a little too perfect, that’s when Samuel became uneasy. 

He turned his attention to the chaos that was erupting as everyone exited their vehicles. Georgia was acting tough as always, Belle was jerking about with that unique sense of humor of her’s, Striker always seemed ready to throw a punch, Hunter was trying to keep everything under control. Belle’s behavior worried Sam however as she went from joking to crying in just a minute. He looked up at her briefly in a concerned fashion. Instability was a frightening thing these days – but at the same time, who could claim they weren’t unstable these days?

When hunter began to make his announcement, Samuel listened silently, wiping away the sweat that was collecting on his forehead. Afterwards, he turned slowly and made his way to the semi, hoisted his frame into the vehicle and grabbed his ax along with a couple of plastic Walmart bags that were lying on the passenger's side floorboard. The plastic rustled noisily as the bags were crammed together and tied around his belt loop where a brown leather belt held the old farmer’s jeans up. 

When he made it to the tanker where Hunter was waiting he inquired, “I’m willin’ to head out unless you’d rather I stay back and watch the vehicles.” He stopped to take a breath and survey the surroundings, squinting slightly as he did so. “Also, is the ambulance one of the lost causes we’re leavin’ or should I try ‘n help Jackmier clean out that gunk?”