Daryll was the first one out the back of the truck when they started slowing to a stop. He was better friends with Zimmy than most, but even he had a limit on how long he could last with her when both slightly drunk. Aside from that, he just needed to move. An entire day sitting was tough, especially when you were stuck paying attention to the road for the first half - at least in the back there was enough space to move around a bit. There were also no seat belts, comfortable surfaces, or pauses in the bumpy ride, so an afternoon nap was completely out. Also the music. Daryll was a fan of rock music, but not quite so much the volume Setzer enjoyed. 

	Step one after exiting the vehicle was to stretch. Step two was to realize he had no idea where to start with clearing a campsite, so instead he started to help unload their small hoard of junk and junk food. He tried to ignore his lingering questions on how quickly malnutrition could develop and instead made some small talk.

	"So, where [i]exactly[/i] are we doing this? The ruins or the woods? Or are we gonna set the tents down in the middle of the road like the idiots we are?" He didn't intend the question for anybody in particular, but was hoping for indecision he could use as an excuse to walk around and explore. 

	The others launched into a discussion he didn't really care to follow the details of, instead continuing to lug their things out and into a pile. After a bit, and realizing that he was the only one really focusing on the task, he started an internal debate on trying to magic some of the stuff out. On the one hand, it'd be faster and use less energy. On the other, he'd only ever really practiced such magics for use on himself, and didn't like the prospect of mix and matching containers ranging from water, to chips, to spare gasoline and whatever "materials" Lee and Zimmy thought they might need.

	For that matter, he wasn't sure he liked the idea of several days in the middle of nowhere with those two in close proximity.

	With a deep breath, Daryll calmed his apprehension once more. There was plenty of space and relatively few bystanders to get wrapped up in it all. Worst case scenario he could make it out of here faster than anyone but Theta, and he really wouldn't mind her company, out here in the middle of nature. Maybe they'd make a picnic out of it.

	By the time Daryll had finished this train of thought, he was practically done pulling everything out except the aforementioned "materials," which he decided could remain out of sight and, hopefully, out of mind for a little while.