At seeing the map Clyde's heart sank at the realization that leaving wouldn't be as simple as riding off into the sunset.<br/>"Fuck..." He mutters under his breath just before Matthias pulled him to the floor and out of harm's way.<br/><br/>"My name's Clyde... Clyde Ryder." Clyde says as he stands, brushing the dust off his knees "And there's not much of use in here. All I've found is a couple shotgun shells and some pickled eggs..." He motions to the 3 gallon jar of green liquid with nearly a dozen little white eggs floating near the bottom.<br/>"I haven't gone much further than here... I was in the gas station down the way a couple days ago to see if the pumps still worked... They don't"