[h1][b]Rafael[/b][/h1]

It didn't take the mutated man long to undo the nuts and bolts of the bleachers. He let the others carry it into the box while he continued his disassembly. While he worked he listened to them talk, beak face mentioned plague. "Been a few thousand years in recorded history since someone was hit by a plague." He said while tossing bolts and nuts into the dimensional box. Aside from the very dirt under their feet they had grabbed anything of value left in the field. He kept the idea of agriculture to himself, he doubted anyone had seeds just laying in their pockets.

The group left the room and went down the hall to the group of people. The loud girl, Mable, just shot off at the mouth again and people weren't particularly pleased with the idea of eating the Linebackers. "Hey if they don't eat it it's just more for us. They can starve for being picky." He said, clearly more of a survivalist than a 'make the people feel nice' type. A rumbling was quick to pop up and now there was water. Well that was always good, dehydration would kill you twice as fast as hunger.

"Hm...mysterious wall, opening to a type of ball game, now a river. Anything else gonna open up, wall-god?" He said while looking at the wall expectantly. He honestly didn't believe in gods, he was made with science with a dash of cruelty after all. Oh well, someone quipped up about a team meeting. "Why do we need a team meeting, kiddo?" Rafael questioned, not particularly please. He was anti-social by nature thanks to his...inhuman appearance. He was acting friendly since it eased tensions and it was impossible to read his face. He didn't have one.