"Oh. Wow. That sounds like a lot of food. Well, we won't be here for too long, I don't think, but...would you guys be against letting us take a bit of that food? We're...a little low."
Terrel: "Hey, we're low on food too, and we need to get to Tennessee to hook up with some old boys. We need all the food we can find."
interesting a none looted house, if you don't mind me I'm going to make sure your friends girly screams did not attract any unwanted visitor. I don't fancy being eaten right now.
Terrel grimaces at the comment and turns his face to the side, making a clicking sound with his lips followed by a mutter, "Shut up, asshole..."
"My friend raises a good point, I'll help move the food."
Help load their containers with the food. When full or they say stop, start loading ours.
"My friend raises a good point, I'll help move the food."
Help load their containers with the food. When full or they say stop, start loading ours.
Clair steps forward and offers to help the food, but Terrel puts his hands up, indicating that he wants her to pause. "Woah lady! It's okay. We can handle our stuff, no need for all that. Omeen, can we get out of here already? These people man..."
The older man of the group, now labeled as Omeen, puts his arm up, "Now wait a minute! Don't be so hostile and feisty all the time. Look at what we've got here. A group of white people. You know who the Aryan Federation doesn't fuck with? White people. You know who they give info and supplies to? White people. Think ahead for a second."
Terrel looks at each visible member of the survivor party, "Oh. Oh yeah."