He visibly shuddered when he heard the other gun shots. "Yeah, why not. If shit's hitting the fan, at least we know about it...and if it ain't, I'll be able to actually sleep tonight." The fact is, this place was impermanent; It had its flaws, and it could fall, and he'd rather not fall with it when that day comes.<br/><br/>"And I'd rather have peace of mind than be feeding the zombies with pieces of my mind." He commented idly to Atlanta, not even so much as giving the guy a look. "Besides, no one's asking you to tag along." He had a rough way of speaking; he was blunt, and that could often be misinterpreted. He didn't<em>intend</em>to be mean or callous or insensitive or provocative, or whatever the hell you want to call it; he just hated beating around the bush. Of course, that's just his word choice; his tone of voice is calm, even-paced and almost a flat monotone.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br/>Insulin Pump<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br/>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       90<br/>Stamina Points    62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>