<br/><div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/>Tristyns world spun as they spoke as if it was the end of all things.  His head raced as thoughts came forth, this is a joke it had to be what could there be that kills adults but not kids.  He held a bewildered look as the others spoke, he felt the urge to run from the group, that this couldn't be happening.  However where would he go? His father was dead and his mother was on a ship somewhere in some ocean across the world.  The thought entered his mind was his mother ok? She had to be she is on a boat right?<br/><br/>The question about the bolt action rifle brought him back to reality.  This group needed him, actually for once in his life he felt needed.  He looked to Jack first being he was the only Tristyn has spoken to before, truthfully Jack saved him once, during one of the fiascos where Michael was picked on Tristyn stood up for the blind kid.  That ended badly when the whole gang of bullies felt the urge to bash Tristyns face in.  With his skill Tristyn stopped two short but that was ended when the 7 others closed in on them. He feared death that day if it wasn't for Jack who saved him. He acknowledged the biker with respect<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"you definitely in for this ride?"</span></em><br/><br/>His attention turned to the other gals but said more so to the group<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>"my name is Tristyn Phoenix and yeah I can work the bolt action, in a few months from now I I'm going to be... well I should have been a Navy Seal like my father, so I think I can use one of those.  Only request I have is can we swing past my place? Its only a few blocks away.</em></span>he pointed in the direction of the apartments.<br/><br/><br/><br/>