I think i'll ride with you my friend. He picked his backpack and satchel up and made his way over to the truck. Handing half the rounds to the man who had threatened him before, he muttered to himself quickly again. He got into the truck and smiled. "Thank you my friend. I owe you..." He was silent for a little while. "maybe god is still around somewhere." He smiled again. "The name's Mark. But like you said, its getting dark... we should move on." He sighed and rubbed his head. "I've... kinda been around here for a while." He thought about prison. "... you might have already thought about this, but camp thunderbird is just up ahead. I passed it on the way down here... there's plenty cars there, you could siphon some fuel. I guess you could say I was local. But yeah. Camp Thunderbird is pretty safe."