Genevieve|18|female|with Dylan, Percy, Roxas, & Luna|on the road
"I'll get second, then," I muttered, no expression showing in my voice whatsoever. I slung my rifle over my shoulder again before getting out of the truck, walking around to retrieve my gym bag. I decided to bring it inside with us, since it contained my pistol, some ammo, and food and water to last us for at the most a week or so. I listened as the older man mentioned going to a sporting goods store. "I'm going with," I said, not letting anyone get in my way of that. I desperately wanted to get my hands on a compound bow, and could definitely use a shot gun sometime soon. The girl asked for named and I shrugged, not really caring enough to figure out which one of the boys' names was Dylan. "Genevieve," I told her before walking to the small house, trying to turn the door knob. It didn't budge, as it was locked. "Hey hammer boy," I yelled, signaling that I needed help.