<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>:Jacks Place<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone<br/><br/><br/>Tristyn followed the small group instinctivly, oddly enough he found himself cracking knuckles and losening his neck up.  Was he really ready to fight others to survive?  Was he really ready to kill others if he needed?  What became of the world that had brought this upon the small group of teenagers?  With a sigh he was the last to enter Thoms small yet identical apartment.<br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Woow! where did you get all these from?"</span></em></strong>he looked the small stash over as he picked up a compact 9 mm checking its sight against a wall away from the group.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"looks like you stole an armory or something"</span></em></strong>he joked.