<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Heading into home<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others, Open<br/><br/>His hazel eyes fluttered about watching the others stand gaurd about the area, noticing Elizabeth walk off and billy taking the gun he once held.  Thoughts raced through him as he walked slowly through the garage towards the entry door to his place.  He looked at Jake admiring the bike<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>"Thats my dads...nice aint it"</em></span>he said softly as he turned the door entering the building.  What had brought him here? What was going on with this damn world? he shook the thoughts from him<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>"Hey guys, i have a good amount of supplies, so i need hands if they can be spared!"</em></span>he shouted back to anyone who heard or even cared enough.<br/><br/>He didnt wait for a responce but set out about the house to gather what he could. His first stop was a small closet in the living room that had 3 tightly wound up military grade sleeping bags, snatching them he tossed them into the livingroom.  Next he searched the medicine cabinet pulling bottle after bottle of meds tossing them in the pile of sleeping bags.  Finally he went racing up the stairs to the bedrooms turning left into his room he searched about in a closet finding the canvas green bag that read Phoenix in bold print on it.  It was his fathers, which he recieved from boot camp, soon enough Tristyn would have had his own if only.  He stuffed it full with a few shirts and pants of his own.<br/><br/>He was about to turn back to head down stairs when he realized his father owned a taurus magnum, a heavy duty ass kicker of a gun. He picked up a small bowie knife he attached to his leg and walked off towards his parents room. His eyes glanced about and rested on a photo of his parents and him when he was a child.  He somewhat froze as if held there by some unscene force.