Mark looked at the books before him and sighed. These books, salvaged from yesterday's salvage mission had been burned, beat up and was covered in what Mark could only hope was blood. Rubbing his fingers against his temples, Mark cursed, silently cursing Kyle. How many times? How many times did Mark tell Kyle to not damage the books? That they spoke of our ancestor's past? 

"[color=f7941d]How in the hell can I be a Librarian, when all my books keep getting trashed? Damn idiot...[/color]"

Mark set the books to the side and looked out the window of the dingy former apartment where all this knowledge had been accrued. The world was blackened, ruined, with all sorts of horrible beasts wondering outside. Yet, there was a strange peacefulness to it all, like everything has been reset, with a new dawn on the horizon. Chuckling at the philosophical monologue, Mark got up and prepared to head towards the tribe's center. He had a few words to say to Kyle.