[right][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/497601769497690113/497601891514187776/WIN_20181004_18_41_41_Pro.jpg?width=300&height=200[/img][/right] [right] ________________________ LOCATION: Beach INTERACTIONS:[@JazzyJuniper], [@Leshy], [@Forecaster] TIME OF DAY: Evening HEALTH: Optimal (Minor Cuts and Bruises) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/right] ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ He was heavier then he had first anticipated. Eric thankfully wasn't supporting the older man full on, but he was quickly realizing that walking a roughly 200 pound injured man across sand wasn't nearly as easy as he had first anticipated. He wasn't expecting it to be a walk in the park, he had escorted drunken friends home more then once, but most of them had been easier to cooperate with, and most of them weren't over 160 in terms of weight. Regardless, wincing slightly as the cut on his back stung momentarily, the young man helped his older companion over to the closest tree, a large, decently shady palm, dark enough to keep the injured out of the sun, yet still light enough to keep any insects that might lurk within the jungles of the still yet unknown place to a minimum. Gently lowering himself and the older man to the ground, he carefully helped him lean against the tree, grimacing as his back stung again. His frown deepened as the older man and him left contact, and he took a step back, staring in the general direction of the one he had given aid. Internally, he cursed himself for showing weakness. These people, this guy, were all in far worse shape then he, and for gods sake, one had just been cauterized, one of the worst possible treatments known to man, no matter how effective it's crudeness was. Externally, he just seemed generally unpleasant, not that he had seemed like a cheery person to begin with. There wasn't much time for that anyways, they had more important things to take care of. A small gust of wind blew past him, and he shivered momentarily, before giving a small nod to the older man. [color=440e62][b]"We'll be close by, holler if you need somethin..."[/b][/color] Without another word he turned away, and trudged back down towards the beach. The small campfire caught his attention, and he approached gingerly, pausing to stare at the two, his hands buried in the pockets of his wet jeans. His right hand withdrew, pushing his bangs from his eyes, and he took the opportunity to speak. [color=440e62][b]"From the looks of things, you two probably don't need much assistance from the woman over there."[/b][/color] He gestured in the general direction of the good lady doctor. He paused for a moment, running his gaze back over the two, the man, who didn't look much older then him, and the woman, around the same age as the woman hell bent on burning every single one of them alive. That was going to be a joke he'd try and remember later on. [color=440e62][b]"Y'two need anything in particular? I'm gonna search the rest of the beach for other survivors and possibly whatever else I can find."[/b][/color] At that point, he was ready to carry every single suitcase and bag he found washed up on shore back to the group. The urge to help the other members of the failed flight was running through his thoughts, and as annoying as petty sentiment was, he would need whatever loot they found slightly less then the others.