Garsin noticed Hannah approach and found their reaction to the food block amusing. "Here," he said to them as he unclipped his pack from his armor. He was a little big, especially in armor, to toss the pack on and off, so instead the pack clung snug to his back by to straps that came over his shoulders and clipped in close to the clavicle, while a bottom strap ran across his torso to secure it down. Once he got it off, he rummaged through it and produced some strips of jerky in a plastic bag. "Take this," he offered the twins, "It may not be as filling and well rounded as the food block, but it should get get you by without the after taste," he finished with a chuckle.

	He looked back over to see Eli starting his climb up the rubble as he clipped his bag back into place. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the vehicle. Once they made it through this, hopefully it will be pretty clear. They couldn't afford to run into too many of these. Once Eli was at the top, he saw him turn around and wave, to witch Garsin and a few people who also gathered to watch him climb up reciprocated.

BOOM!

Out of nowhere, there was an enormous explosion, almost as if lightning had struck the ground right next to him. It made him jump quite a bit, scanning around to see what it was or where lightning could have hit, but there was no sign in sight. He started to chuckle but then as soon as the hint of a grin started to show on his face it happened again, this time causing the unstable rubble where Eli was standing to fall. "I wish it would stop doing that," he commented gruffly.

	By the time Garsin noticed Eli had even fallen, he was already getting back up. In fact, while he was on the way to help he couldn't do anything but stop as he noticed it was immediately growing dark as night. "That can't be right," he started, "What kind of storm..." He looked around and didn't see a storm, it had just turned dark, and they were slap in the middle of the city...which belonged to the ghouls. Looking over at Eli, it seemed like he was having a mental breakdown. He was right to, none of this made sense, even for a crazy world like this. But things only continued to get stranger as the twisted laughs of what sounded like a demented girl filled the forest. "OK," he murmured, eyes wide open scanning around for the source, "I don't mind the explosions so much now." He didn't know how right he was as it seemed millions of humming sounds assaulted his ears, increasing in intensity till it brought him down on a knee in pain, using the car to steady himself, eyes screwed shut. He gritted his teeth as he opened them, trying to see around them in case anything was visibly coming while they were down. His eyes teared up in the process, but at least nothing else seemed to be here yet. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped.

	"Eli, I think we need to turn this around, now," he said looking over to the young man as he recollected himself as well. "That could have stirred up anything that was around here-," and just as he said it there was that long terrifying howl, "Dammit," he breathed. [i]They[/i] have found them. And to make it worse, he was being answered by a whole freaking choir of howls. those explosions must have shaken every ghoul out of the buildings in the city. Eli was still there stunned, looking at the ruble as one of the creatures crested it, along with the sounds of hundreds in movement. Garsin shook his head in his own disbelief, taking his helmet in hand and placing it on, then securing it. It was about to get even uglier.

	 "Get back to the convoy, get everyone out of here!" Garsin shouted at the men gawking, jerking some of them out of it and shoving them into motion. The runners would be first, that they may be able to handle, but from the sounds of those footsteps, they didn't have long out here before they were overtaken. The first lines clashed viciously, some runners jumping on the backs of the people trying to flee, digging in tooth and claw as soon as they made contact. Runners seemed viscous an unthinking, almost relying on pure instinct to run up and kill as many as possible before the rest catch up. Garsin brought out his modified revolver as someone was brought down by two that jumped one of the riflemen. "Oh no you don't." Left-handed, Garsin quickly shot off three shots, killing one and knocking another off with the force of the impact. Pulling his bush axe from behind him in his right hand, he waited for the enraged creature to jump at him. Getting the timing just right, he brought the axe down on the vile thing, splitting deep into its torso from the shoulder down. This monster didn't want to give up, however, but that only earned it a heavy boot to come down on its head, which ended its struggle quit thoroughly. He then holstered his revolver for a moment and reached down to pick up the man, who had been luckier than others to live through being jumped. "I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" he roared, shoving the man toward the caravan which had already started to turn around. 

	Just as Garsin looked back at the rush of runners, he saw another two headed for him. He didn't have time to grab his gun again at the moment, so he took his weapon in two hands. The first one was just ahead of the other, and instead of commiting his blade to it and likely risk his attack stopping there, he took the bottom part of the handle in his right hand and bashed it against its face as it lunged forward, knocking it to the side. The second one then took its turn, leaping with both arms out stretched. Garsin blocked with the shaft of the axe between them, keeping its claws and teeth clear and then shoved it off, which gave him time to draw his gun again and put a bullet between the eyes as it started to get back up. As if to punctuate the scuffle, he then turned to the other and put one in its head for good measure.

	Noticing no more runners, Garsin himself started to make his way to the caravan, but noticed that a few people were running away from it all together, including Eli. Looking back between the caravan and one of their leaders running the wrong way, he wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't afford losing him, as it was they had already lost enough people here. The main slew of ghouls started to crest the hill as Garsin made his way to Eli, who had hesitated for a moment to help put a few more runners down. There was enough time to pull a few more passengers on the truck, once it was loaded, there was no chance the ghouls could catch up, and there was still enough time to make it back to the truck. "Eli, the truck, this way. There is still ti-," but his jaw dropped as he saw a man jump in and start driving it off before people could get on. "NO! GET BACK HERE YOU COWARDS!" he bellowed. Later looking back on this he could sympathize with the man, because to him, the creatures were nipping at his heels and he made it out by the skin of his teeth. To Garsin however, they could have grabbed a few more people, and in the world they lived in, a few people could make a difference between life and death.

	Cursing under his breath Garsin spun around to see where there was left to go. While a building could be full of more ghouls, there would be less in there than out here in the open where there were hundreds of them. "Eli! Get to the building!" he shouted, pointing at the nearest one as they didn't have much time left. "Everyone, over here!" he yelled out to any of the remaining survivors. Garsin started running full tilt toward the door, not a lot of speed, but a heck of a lot of momentum. He slammed into the door, busting it from the latch and throwing it open. He grunted as he felt the shock hit him, but he would be fine. Luckily there was another set of doors just past this one as to make a small area in older times to dry your feet off or keep weather from reaching inside to the foyer. They must have been in what used to be some store, but Garsin didn't give it any thought at the moment. All he saw is that it was clear inside, and he tried to lead them in and find a way to brace it.

	 He looked around himself and bumped into a humanoid figure next to him, then swung at it hitting it square in the temple, head flying off into the dark room. It was...a mannequin? So this was a clothing store. which means there were metal racks that held the clothes! by the time most the people made it threw the second set of doors that could make it, Garsin shoved a bunch of rods through the handles of the doors to hold them closed and buy them a moment to get farther away. "Is everyone alright? What the hell was that?"