[@Sol Grim] "I guess we will be dragging each other from hell from now on." A small smile on her features, Reena began to take her legs out of the sturips and let them hang lifelessly for a bit. It was nice to think that, to know you have someone who could have your back. It even made her feel better knowing she can do the same. This world had turned to shit, and you can't survive it on your own any more. --- When she heard her home being raided though, the red head found a rage boiling in her belly. About to dismount herself, her arm slightly shaky, she found Johnny being the hero. Telling her to stay put as though she were a child, but she still held her tongue. After what they had just been through, she could let him have his fun for a moment. Explosions causing Epona to brace, Reena began to duck closer to the saddle, leaning into her neck as gunfire rang through the air harsher than any whiplash. They needed help, where was the others? She could only hear the other party, where was James? Raven? Dallen? Where did the others go!? As if to answer her thoughts, a bullet whizzed through the air. A perfect shot, one well trained and as it lodged into the poor soul's cranium with a sickening crack, she turned to see the foliage parting way for Dallan. "Good to know your good with a gun." --- James ran to Reena's side, worry clearly etched on his face as he offered for the red head to lean on him. Yet she simply brushed him off as always, she never did like to be taken care of. "Come on, you need that looked at." Again she shook her head, taking the horses reins. "I need to bed these two down, don't need them getting a saddle sore or linked joint." Running a hand through his hair, he glared at the woman. But was unable to say anything till he saw who was the hostage. "Ethan!" Moving to the male's side his eyes wide, he began looking to him and the new woman that came with him. "What happened? Are you okay? And who is this?" He couldn't help the questions, he was actually worried about the guy the moment he realized he was gone. He actually thought he was trying to leave to find a place to die. And the thought made his blood run cold. "When I saw that you were gone I thought you......" "No one is to go out there by themselves any more. Not unless your leaving for good. I don't need someone leading a even bigger band to my farm." Reena's voice cutting through the air, he watched as she began to lead the horses, her golden gaze having a glaze of ice over the lenses. He could get an idea why she was angry, she left to get protection for them, got hurt in doing so. And one of them brought danger here while she was gone. Ethan lost her trust, and it would be a while to get it back from her. Hours passing by, James found himself cleaning the bodies. Taking the black thoroughbred Vader, and a tarp, he dragged each body on the slap and made a make shift harness to tie around the horse's chest so he could lead them away easier. The sound of the dragging blue plastic sounded like a funeral march as they pulled through the grass that grabbed at them like hungry fingers. "I'm gonna burn them, Raven? Do you think you can come with me? Watch my back?" The horse would toss his head, snort and paw at the ground. He was a proud beast, one that he never really liked working with. But he didn't want to make Azazl do the job. He wished he had Gandalf right now, the gentle giant was great at pulling carts, he could do this without any fuss. He made a mental note to go look for the horse later. Taking them down to a deep pit, he tied Vader to a near by tree before rolling each and every body down the narrow slop. "So, what do you think is gonna happen now? Eventually there are going to be more people, more desperate and brutal." Speaking as he worked, he took a canister of gasoline, dabbing the liquid on their back before taking out a match. "I would have done the same in your situation, but I still want you to rot in hell." As the words fell from his lips, he let the match leave his fingers, igniting the corpses in a blaze that lit up the darkening sky. The smell of burning flesh entering his nose, but he did not move to cover it. ---- Reena took a bath after she cared for the horses. For some reason finding a guitar on roach that she set back inside the house. Boiling water in a fire pit outside so she could save her propane tank, Reena dragged the pot of water to the tub to enjoy something for the night. It's been a while since she just sat down and relaxed. Leaning her head back, closing her eyes even as the water eased the pain in her joints. She stayed in the darkening water far more than she needed to. [i]"Enjoy the little things while you can."[/i] Her hair cleaned it began to take that fire like glow again, her few freckles actually showing up on her face again through the grim. She began to look like herself, a normal woman. Reluctantly she left the tub, draining the water, there was too much filth in there to share. The signs of battle, a hunting knife on the edge of the tub she put it on the sink. Drying her hair and getting changed in sweat pants and a Witcher shirt. Putting the knife on a belt. She could never be left unarmed now. Leaving the bath room, she found her feet move on autopilot, going to the small bar in her kitchen she pushed in the code to revile a bottle collection that she gathered over the years. She was never a big drinker, but her fellow nerds always let her keep the main bottle when they went out during a comic con. "If anyone wants a bath, I can set you up, but for now." She didn't even pour herself a glass, a bottle of fire ball whisky in her hand she turned her head back and took a long drink. She didn't care, she just wanted to fuzzy her gaze a bit, get slightly tipsy to fog her memory of all the shit that happened today. The liquid running hot down her throat, burning her insides. She was thankful that the power was still running, she didn't have to use her generator yet, but it also allowed her to think that she was just having a few friends over. [i]Sadly, this won't last, not forever[/i] The thought running through her head, she took another drink before offering the bottle. "How's the new girl? I want to know who she is, how you met her. I don't know her, so I don't like her yet. I don't even know what happened to you guys." She needed to at least get things straight as she relaxed. Moving to the counter she pulled up a stool, looking at the woman still tied, Renna began to study her, leaning on her elbows the huntress kept watching for any signs that could give information. She seemed dainty, fit yes. But someone that was not really used to harsh labour. Thats all she could gain from her thoughts, and it frustrated her. "Johnny? Whats the loot? How much were we able to grab?"