The group navigated as fast as they could, while the man who gave the order stayed close to Cyprus, it seemed like he was able to walk again, but with the way he was walking, it didn't look like he was going to stand forever. They walked through the streets, each and every building had them on edge. Not to mention, the singing soon began. Except for one straggling soldier who started humming along with Cyprus. Shortly after that, new orders were firmly handed out.<br/><br/>"Hansen, I need you on our six, keep an eye out. Philips, for the love of God, get on navigation, even if it's on memory only, we need a safer place, especially now." The man said, who'd injected the Brother of Steel with the meds he needed, it was becoming more clear that he was the one in charge. "McKinnley, for the love of God, get on point, and wipe that grin off of your face." He ordered to the solider humming along, slightly more irritated than before.<br/><br/>The new formation took place, with one soldier behind, one in the front, and two in the middle, with their guest. "What the hell is going on?" Philips whispered. Taking out a little booklet, he'd used it for navigation purposes on previous voyages, and began flipping through it.<br/><br/>"He either hasn't been in need of meds for a long while or he's been in need of meds more than once today. It's hard to say, I'm not a doctor, I'm a first-aid medic in a leader's boots." The man replied, he eyes wandered along the windows of passing buildings. "Sir! I need you to lower your voice!" The man asserted. "We don't know what's watchin-" The man was speaking, though cut off by the sound of a bullet, which penetrated through the skull, in and out, of the man on point. "Cover!"  The man shouted, now yelling his orders. "Spread out!<br/><br/>The bullet came from a large grey building, most lively a condo building, with five stories to it. Several chucks of it were gone, ash coating the craters in it, though it still stood moderately strong. There were a dozen or so cars on the now abandoned road, all of them were black and grey with ash and soot, and they were all destroyed. All the served for now, was cover. Hansen and the leader ran for one car, the man giving orders yanked on McKinnley's dogtags, taking them from his neck as he ran. Philips grabbed McKinnley's service rifle, now having one in each hand, though there was no way he was effectively using two.<br/><br/>"I know it's not really your forte." Philips began, urging Cyprus to another car to take cover with him. "But it's the only thing we have for the moment." Philips said, handing him the service rifle.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">---------------</div><br/><br/>Raymond found himself in thought, as usual. Her actions slightly resembled that of an intoxicated person, though, he envied that she was at least somewhat happy for the moment. It did alert him to a new observation on KimRae though; she wasn't often wounded. She either knew how to avoid the danger or was very lucky. Either way, she'd managed to not need meds in a city as hellish as this. Raymond couldn't remember the last time he had any side effects from meds, he'd grown such a tolerance over his life. He couldn't tell how she'd possibly managed so well thus far.<br/><br/>"Raymond." He replied to her question, he might have tried to just pull her along, but it wasn't a good idea in the moment, it was better to cooperate and keep her as calm as possible. Relaxed and happy could turn into loud, and fast. "It was a stimpack, and it will be again at some point." He replied, as simply as possible. "You're fine, I promise, I took care of the ghouls. We need to get moving."<br/><br/>He was glad when she was standing, but he didn't let go of her hand still. It was better to make sure she was moving, and not slacking.  "We're going to see a friend. And I'm fine, I promise." He replied, again, as simply as possible, to keep KimRae moving. They kept moving, but, shortly after, the side effects of the stimpack began to fade, as she spoke about what she was remembering. He released his grip on her hand when she began to speak. He nodded after she was done speaking, but he got stuck as she went to reply.<br/><br/>He questioned himself, why did he save her? He wasn't sure, he didn't even know anything about her, besides that she went by "KimRae" and that she was in a city as hellish as this. After Victor told him to help KimRae, he'd made his way to her, and watching her body nearly lifeless left a mental scar on him that he wouldn't have been able to shake if he'd walked away. Helping her wasn't just the right thing to do, he oddly couldn't make himself not help her as well. "You're welcome. I couldn't have left you out there." He said, his answer was simple, like his others were, though, this time it wasn't to keep her moving. He'd stopped in his tracks for a moment, because he couldn't think of more to say.<br/><br/>He was about to speak more, but at that moment, he heard the footsteps, and saw the shadows. His hand instinctively reached for his gun, though they'd both turned the corner as he'd gripped the handle, but left the gun in the holster. Raymond eyed Victor. "Explanation?" He requested.