Simon groaned, rubbing his eyes as people began to leave one after the other, not bothering to chat with the others he simply walked out, passing the others still in the hallway, and back into his room. He cracked his neck, thinking to himself about how this was probably going to be the last peaceful moment of his life, and he was going to die with fifty bullets in him from several cartridges, even with several homicidal maniacs and a maybe-cannibal 'guarding' him. Even so, he quickly found himself packed up and ready to heal any on field wounds with an array of stimpacks, bandages, steady, med-x, super-stimpacks, and even a bit of what he liked to call 'Slasher'.<br/><br/>If things were really desperate, that is. He wasn't going to take those chems unless he was going to die. For sure. Well shit, whenever he'd get the chance really.<br/><br/>He slid his revolver into its little holster, praying to whatever the fuck was out there it'd work today, before walking out of the room and heading towards wherever this car was supposed to be. It was going to be a short trip, but better to have the bullets go through some metal before his much too sensitive-to-lead flesh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>