Conell was slowly but surely making his way down the road from where the main group were gathered. He was quickly checking each and every car. He was definitely in need of supplies. Yeah, he was a part of a group now but he still wanted to make sure he had enough to take care of himself if all else failed. You could only ever rely on others for so much after all and in his horrid experiances it was best not to at all if possible. Whatever his reasons for searching he certainly wasn't having much luck. Most every damn car he searched through was empty and the ones in which did contain stuff were usually filled with garbage. He found a couple of lighters though, so that at least was a plus. Eventually Conell came to the car in which he decided he should stop at. He was a little too far down for the others to properly see or hear him if he called so that was probably as far as was safe. Or conveniant. Sighing in frustration Conell tried to open the car door. This one was locked however and there was a body inside. A man. Looking in through the windows more thoroughly out of caution Conell spotted something on the back seat that made him recoil in horror, revulsion and sadness.
Backing away he put his hands on his head, squeezing as pure rage rushed through him. As always, he lashed out.
“You motherfucker.” He shouted, booting the car door. “Fucking shit eating bitch.” He yelled putting his foot through the passenger side window. “Piece of... Fuck!” He shouted, punching the rear side window until it shattered. He stared once again at the corpse on the back seat. It was one of the average sized dogs. A border collie maybe.
“You fucking asshole. Couldn't even open the damn door for the dog. You piece of...” His rage flared again. He rushed around to the drivers side and booted out the window. Putting his hand through and unlocking it from inside. He grabbed the man's corpse by the shoulders and pulled him down so he was near fallen out the car. With that Conell slammed the door as hard as he could, pulverizing the head of the body. He did so again and again and again, cursing and spitting all the while.
“No head bitch.” He spat finally, panting heavily and getting himself under control. He took a slow walk back to the group, making sure he was in control of himself on the way. Finally reaching the truck once again he stopped, realizing that he didn't have anything to do. Luckily Sunshine declared that it was time to move out and asked him to drive the truck. He looked over, spotting Magnum who had obviously been at the drink again.
“Yes ma'am.” Conell spoke, walking over to the drivers side of the truck. “You should go with Sunshine.” Conell spoke blankly, nodding at Sophia so he knew who he meant. “I'm going to need to follow her so you'll have to give her directions if the plans still the same.” Conell finished, making room for the man to move. He decided against adding on that he didn't handle drunks well, even in his state he could tell that such words weren't fair at the moment.
