~Micheal Summers~ Preparing to go hunting<br/><br/>"Well it started with flying roaches they swarmed the bar and killed the bartender, and a couple of other people. Then two men came out of nowhere your space walkers, followed by the wolf. I didn't really see what had happened outside, but I think one of the men that was in Simon's Bull made his way out, and did some damage. Though I don't even know why they showed themselves there, I'm going to find out." Micheal looked to Otis as he got up, and then walked to the fridge grabbing them both a sandwich, grabbing the sandwich Micheal looked to Arathel who he had known for a while like he knew Otis just not as long. As they made there way down to the basement Micheal listened to Otis speak, and didn't even have to say anything. He just got to work, though Otis was the mastermind Micheal still had the ability to fix and restore stuff.<br/><br/>"We should investigate the cave when the sun comes up, and maybe try and set a trap before night fall. If all else fails you could just send me." Micheal started to huff a laugh out, but they were joined by Arathel and another man. He knew Otis so that was an automatic in with Micheal, but still he couldn't be trusted. "Micheal," he extended his hand to the man, and after they shook he went back to work cleaning the Glock 4.7 while Otis worked on the bullets. Micheal noticed the gun on Leof's hip and shrugged, "Were you the one shooting your gun off in the bar, or was it that other guy? Either way I don't really like bullets whizzing pass my head. So for future reference watch where you point that thing." Micheal turned his head to look at Leof as he finished cleaning the gun then cocked it.