The leader, the follower, the aid, the brute, the cyanide.

[sharkbuddie]

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Andrio smiled, "Well, take your pick. There's all manners of weapons, supplies... Heck, there are tons of food options!" he laughed, grabbing a RTEM (ready to eat meal). He ate the food quickly, relishing the, no matter how disgusting, taste of dried steak.

[Simon-Says]

Fiera bent and picked up a sturdy looking bow. She spotted the quiver and retrieved it, happy to find there was a good stock of about thirty or so arrows. She smiled and brought up the bow. She put the arrow in and drew back, the string brushing her cheek. She closed her eyes and then reopened them. She let the arrow fly and watched as the arrow hit right into the side of the container Andrio was holding, right between his index and middle finger. She said, in triumphant, "Yes!" Erik looked up at her and gave a very small wry smile. Then he looked away quickly. Hayli couldn't help but laugh.

[sharkbuddie]

Andrio also laughed. He picked up her sniper, and looked through the scope. He quickly hit the trigger and the slug obliterated a can. He chuckled, kissing the barrel. "ah yes... How I do love long distance shooting..." he laughed. He set the weapon down, and started rummaging through all the stuff.

[Simon-Says]

Fiera grinned at him and placed the quiver around her shoulders and put the bow across her back. She sat down and looked around, she breathed in a sigh, and let it out with a great gust of air. She said not a word, but she wanted to say something, anything, but was unable.

[sharkbuddie]

He swallowed, and finished setting up a tent. "Alright. I'll take first watch. You guys get some sleep." He said bluntly, yawning.

[Simon-Says]

"No," said Erik, standing, "Get in there and rest, Andrio, I'll take the first watch." Fiera crawled into the tent and curled up in the corner, blocking out all the noises of the outside world.

[sharkbuddie]

Andrio gnawed his lower lip. Sure this offer was quite tempting... But he didn't really trust this man. His uncle... The last remainder of his bloodline. He swallowed, "No, really, I'm good. Go, sleep." he said softly, picking up his rifle and holding to his chest as if a newborn.

[Simon-Says]

"That wasn't a suggestion," growled Erik, glaring at his nephew. Gosh that boy was stubborn, and was rather annoying. Not like Fiera. Well she was a little annoying, but Erik decided to push those thoughts away. His eyes narrowed and he continued to glare at Andrio.

[sharkbuddie]

He grumbled, "And I didn't ask." He replied bluntly. He ground his teeth, God his uncle was troublesome. He hated his whole, "I am Alpha" crap. That wasn't gonna fly with him. If he wanted to keep his status as top dog, he'd have to fight for it. He stepped forward, and sat in a lawn chair he'd found among the items, holding his rifle close.

[Simon-Says]

Erik sighed, "Andrio, please, go get some sleep, you need it more then I do." His voice was desperate. He just wanted to make sure his nephew would be healthy and well rested.