Quinn was about to make the suggestion to Jake that they meet up at the next settlement, but was hastily cut off by the sounds of gunfire.  He peered out the entrance to the library.
He could see a woman, crouched behind a trailer in front of the building.  She was bleeding, and badly.
"Not going to be so easy," Quinn sighed.
He moved quickly, coming out as three Blood Army men approached.  He could see that familiar old gleam in their eyes.  Thirst for blood, they wanted to devour the misery of ordinary folk.  Sadist fucks had to be put down.
Quinn was a blur of deadly motion.  He drew his revolver and with two well placed shots blew the brains out of two of the soldiers.  As the third fumbled for his gun (his mind having been on his other gun), Quinn closed the distance between them and with a practiced motion, drew his machete and slit the soldier's throat.

He didn't revel in his victory for long, because he knew the other group would be drawn by the sound.  
"Jake...the car," he said mechanically, as if he had just become someone else, almost the man he had been when he had followed the Blood Army, "Take whatever these bastards have and throw it in the back."
Quinn came around to where the woman had taken cover and held out a hand to her.  He was aware of how he must look, scarred and unshaven.  His calloused hand beckoned for hers as he said to her, "It's not safe here.  Another group not far down the road.  They'll come looking for us."