Jack looked at Shiro, unsure if he was joking or just plain stupid. "It's not enough for everybody." He said nonchalantly, "Maybe if we find some other stuff we'll be in business, but I don't think that alone will feed us for very long, if at all."<br/><br/>Thomas wished the people would have stayed, but he knew there was nothing that could be done for them now. He felt partially responsible for so many leaving, knowing he had made the implication that numbers mattered. Thomas walked over to an armchair and flopped into it, unsure of what could be done at this point. He knew he needed that extra gun and ammunition, every weapon mattered at this point. He felt so helpless, so useless... Thomas eventually stood up and began pacing the floor. He needed a smoke, he hadn't had one in almost six years, but now it felt like it was the only thing that would make him feel even the slightest bit better. 'All those people...' he thought sadly as he paced, 'they have no idea what they're doing... I'm a cop and even I don't know what the hell to do in a situation like this...'