<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65369.msg2942450#msg2942450">Quote from: Kiric Rand on 16-04-2010, 02:42:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Devin jumped at the sound of another voice. "Quiet lad, It might still be up there." He whispered, a thick Irish accent punctuating every word. He had dropped his club/sword outside as he had ran, so all he could do was hold his fist at the ready. True, against IT, they he had little chance barehanded, but he was more than capable of handling any crazies that tried to stop him.<br/><br/>He calmed down a little as he saw that the figure meant him no harm. "Sorry lad, I'm a bit jumpy still." He looked up to the doorway, seeing the rubble. "Looks like we're going to be stuck together for a little while don't it?" He sat down in a corner again, putting as much space between them as he could. He took off his jacket, then looked over at the other guy in the room. "My name's Devin. Devin Masters."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Hark watched the boy move around and took note of his accent. HE turned his torch to the stairwell and let out a frustraited sigh. He'd planned to spend a couple hours here to rest and take the things he found back to the safe zone by morning. Turning back to Devin he just nodded. "'ts allright...Im Hark Gabrial. I scavenge things for the safe zones, which is why I am here. Ig ot some food here, so we can wait it out if need be." He put the torch on a table that had mirrors on it and it made the room a little brighter. He moved over to a pile of bags and puled out a can of tined fruit and ofered it to Devin, along with his pocket knife can opener.