Carter stared silently at the empty dark road ahead of him, Katrina's question pulling threads of reason out of his head.

[b]"Everybody has a purpose... or a unique set of skills."[/b] He was silent for a second, almost as interested to hear what he was going to say as everyone else was. Clover too remained silent waiting for him to say something.[b]"Mine happens to be-"[/b]

Headlights illuminated the cabin and he immediately fell silent. Through the rear view, the glare of an approaching vehicle could be seen.

[b]"Christ... more people."[/b]

Clover twisted around in her seat and tried staring out the back window but couldn't make out anymore than he could. As the lights approached, she could feel the adrenaline pumping into her bloodstream for the hundredth time that day and instinctively she reached for the pistol holstered on her hip. Her hand rested against the cold metal ready to pull if she needed to.

[b]"Nobody do a thing."[/b] Carter said, watching the glare grow larger and larger by the second. It was too late for them to do anything. The fact that the truck had already been running with the headlights on had given them away long before they'd seen the approaching vehicle. However, it suddenly changed lanes and within a few seconds, blasted by the group and continued down the road at a blaring pace. 

Everyone in the truck took an audible breath of relief. Whoever it was clearly didn't want anything to do with them and giving chase was about as dumb as shooting yourself in the foot.

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It was only a handful of minutes when Carter spotted something on the side of the road. He slowed the truck down to a crawl and let the headlights bathe the man in light. He was alone surprisingly given that it was now dark and there was light rain pelting him on the head. In any other circumstance he'd continue driving but something told him to stop. He'd ask himself later what that was.

[b]"Clo."[/b] He nodded toward the man as they pulled up next to him. 

Clover herself was surprised he hadn't already run into the forest and as usual, it made her all the more skeptical. However Carter had always been a better judge of character as he'd proven multiple times today. If he wanted her to check him out, she would. Although she hated the idea of surrounding herself with more people, she understood the concept of safety in numbers. Making friends was more of a necessity now than something she actively searched for.

She rolled the window down, her's being one of only two capable of doing so and pointed a flashlight and her gun at the man. He had a strange face, not one that evoked friendship or trust. In fact she felt all of the opposite emotions. However, it was his attire that really confused her. There seemed to be chainmail covering his head and attached to his waist was of all things... well she didn't know what it was exactly although she'd seen it in numerous medieval films and pictures. As she tried to take it in, a small smile spread across her lips as she thought about how ridiculous he looked. The man himself simply stared back at her with a surprised and confused expression on his face which she returned with her own.

[b]"Lose your castle?"[/b]