Alan was silent. When Andrew asked to come with him, he didn't believe it. When Alex<span style="font-style: italic">demanded</span>to come with him, he couldn't believe it. But when Garret offered, it finally hit the boy. They were serious. This wasn't a joke.<br/><br/>They actually wanted to help him.<br/><br/>He ignored the tears of joy that suddenly forced themselves out, hoping the others would as well. He had more important things to worry about, he realized. "W-well....uh...t-thanks. Thanks. Thank you."  He said to each of them in order, stopping when he thanked Garret. "Murdock?....Huh. I think I've heard that before." he muttered. He wasn't sure what else to say. No. He knew he should have told them no, he had to do it himself. That would be the<span style="font-style: italic">right</span>thing to do. The unselfish thing.<br/><br/>But everybody deserved to be selfish ever now and then, right?<br/><br/>"Well...." He kicked the sand, trying to think. "If we're going to t-travel together....A-" He started, about to say Alex should lead them. But it was HIS brother they were looking for, right?<br/><br/>Everybody deserved to be selfish twice in a row sometimes, right?<br/><br/><br/>"If we're going to travel together, a....and it's my brother we're looking for, I-I should pick where we go, r-right? IF nobody has a problem with it." He said, hoping nobody would notice the fact he obviously changed what he was going to say. "And I pick we go...THERE." He said, pointing forward.<br/><br/>Right at the town that they had just came from.<br/><br/>He spun around, his face red as the spin kicked up sand. He paused for a second, thoughts entering his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">"wait...going that way is obvious."</span>He realized, suddenly pointing at a slightly different angle. "There. We go there. The way I pointed at to begin with." HE said, walking off and waiting to ignore that forever.<br/><br/><br/>"...Oh! I-I forgot!" He said, spinning around again at the rest of them, smiling at them.  He needed a proper intro, right?<br/><br/>"I'm Alan Zwei!"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"GAH"<br/><br/>A rather large man cried out in pain, as he toppled to the floor, holding his stomach, red leaking from between his fingers and straining the wooden floor below him.  He looked up, his eyes aflame with rage as he looked at the shooter.<br/><br/>A blond girl looked at him with green eyes that only stared cold daggers in return. Her body was covered up with a dusty brown poncho, an equally beaten up cowboy hat atop of hair tied into a long ponytail. She had a old fashioned cowboy revolver pointed at the man, and her face lacked any hint of emotion.<br/><br/>Surrounding them were a decent amount of bodies, all wearing rag-tag outfits put together from scraps, and a number of broken tables, chairs, and beer bottles. To the uninformed, an old fashioned bar fight gone terribly bad. But to the man on the ground, he knew better. This<span style="font-style: italic">maniac</span>had busted in and begun to shoot the place up, taking careful aim to only hit HIS men.  A single girl shouldn't have gave them trouble, but when the bandits hit by the bullets were suddenly thrown back as if a truck had rammed into them, it took the rest of them by enough surprise for the girl to finish them off.<br/><br/>The man let go of his stomach, pushing himself off of the ground. The stare down was never broken, as he spat at her. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked<br/><br/>Her stone faced expression broke into a small smile.<br/><br/>"A hundred bucks. Considering your performance..." She paused, looking him over. "Yeah, you're really<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>worth much."  She mocked, cocking the revolver.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Alan froze, hearing a gun shot ringing though the air. "U-uh....g-great. " He sighed, his arms dropping. They were at the entrance of a town they had just found, any optimism he had for finding a new town after three days of travel fading. "M...M-maybe we should just move on?" He asked the others