Devin helped Hark haul his supplies and himself out of the basement. He wasn't cut up much, but after the running and slamming into the door, he felt like he had just went 10 rounds again. "The name's Devin. Devin Masters. Thanks for the help lass, but I fear if we don't get to shelter soon, it'll be all for naught." He unwrapped his jacket, it was preaty ripped up now, it'd be a long job sweing it back up, but at least the logo was still intact. "Damn, this was my favorite jacket too." He threw it back on, the logo of two crossed boxing gloves in a ring along the back.<br/><br/>He pointed over to the factory. "I think that's our best bet for tonight. It's sturdy, and we should be able to barricade the doors fromt he inside." He turned back to Hark and Cali. "What do you bloke's say, should we get a move on?"