And so the group was finally on the move. Rock Hammer homed for no more incidents, feeling quite tired now. His stomach no longer hurt from the bears gnawing on him but he did feel a bit peckish. It would be nice to get a chance to sit down and eat. He would have just taken a piece of meat off his body and eaten that on the way, but he needed to focus. They were still in danger, even if he didn't know it.<br/><br/>Than as the group moved, he smelled blood. Fresh blood at that, and the blood of something... Strange. Mutant. More animals to fight, or so Rock Hammer though. But no. Instead they came across the defeated. Humans and a giant turtle. He recognized these people, they were the ones that Liliana had been with. These people had helped him fight the bears. They were kind enough not to hurt him when he revealed himself to them. It sadden him to see them like this. The voices weighed in.<br/><br/>"Nothing. Nothing at all. Bloody bodies breaking beautiful bounty but buried beneath bloated bashful. I’ll see if there’s anything to be salvaged. Waste not want not, for whom the bell tolls but for those who don't answer it's call. Watch the men of the mere, for they seek naught but the spoils within. Stop them, crush them, split their bodies in halves and turn them inside out. I will help you. Why do you struggle? Why do you not simply take and leave? Have you lost your way?"<br/><br/>Rock Hammer contemplated the voices. They, for once, seem to actually be trying to focus on something, he could feel it. Rock Hammer was silent as he walked amongst the corpses, holding one of the dying (Lazarus) in his arms, wondering how long he planned to be dead. Hopefully before the maggots are born from within. They spoiled the meat. Rock Hammer contemplated eating some of the bodies, though the large turtle also interested him. He saw one of the others, a stranger (Scott) to Rock Hammer, try to open the shell. Rock Hammer did not want him to do that; the shell looked nice. Rock Hammer wanted it. So he went over to the large turtle corpse as the stranger was sawing through it. Wordlessly and with only one arm Rock Hammer and bracing his feet underneath where the the dead beast's neck would be, and cleanly removed the shell from the body.<br/><br/>The smell was putrid. Not rotting, as the kill was fresh, but very strong and unnatural. Rock Hammer nearly gagged at the scent, but merely  coughed instead. Soon after the sudden explosion of the odor Rock Hammer simply accepted it as it was. And taking the shell for himself, which was so large that it could be used as a sled for Rock Hammer, he put the body of Lazarus inside. Now he would no longer need to be carried, allowing Rock Hammer to free up his other arm. Though now Lazarus laid in a turtle shell full of pungent oils and fat. Not Rock Hammer's concern as far as he cared. He also took the time to collect other things using his newly acquired turtle shell. Mostly the corpses of the others, though he was looking for their packs and belongings which happened to still be attached to their remains. He suspected that they could still be useful, though how so Rock Hammer would let the others decide.<br/><br/>Shortly after he finished looting Rock Hammer noticed Liliana as one of the few picking from the remains. Rock Hammer wondered how she felt about this, what she thought. Like before her face showed no outward expression, mechanically riffling through the pockets of her former associates as though it was a due process. Perhaps it was. Rock Hammer pushed the turtle shell towards Liliana. She seemed to only be looking for small things that could fit into her pocket, sensible since she did not have the strength like Rock Hammer did. Quietly as to not disturb her concentration Rock Hammer stood behind her. Only now did he notice how small she was. Barely to his chest. But he quickly forgot about this to talk to her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Will you forget them?"</span>