Clyde picked up from his uniform, the fancy gun he was holding, and by his voice that this wasn't one of the Maneaters. His mind sighs with relief, but at the same time wondering why the Army was still around. To his knowledge they'd all bugged out a while ago leaving the civilians to fend for themselves.<br/>"I'm ridin' the storm out till I can steal some gas and get the fuck outta here... Kinda like what your boys did when the shit hit the fan..." He responds as he grabs his .357 and slides it back into his holster, all the while hoping his comment won't get him shot...