[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Ben the Fighter[/h2][/color][/center] 

Just like a dog, Ben was led back home thanks to a sweet aroma that he could smell even at the edges of the bunker. "[color=9e0b0f]Ah, food.[/color]" he whispered to himself as he casually strutted back inside. He felt a bit safer under the solid structure of the bunker as per usual, even though he was often the adventurer and loved exploring past what was considered wise. 

He would often go exploring in the woods with his dogs before the world had gone to shit. He missed them a lot, but he tried not to think on their fates. 

His stomach gurgled, and he cleared his throat and waltzed into the cafeteria to grab some of the roasted pork. "[color=9e0b0f]Oooo, this looks good.[/color]" he breathed, smiling towards Audrianna and catching her eye so he could grab a few slices if she would. 

He'd not really spoken with many people here, but who knows? That might change.