He took a deep drink out of the cup, letting the smooth liquor flow down his throat until it hit his stomach in a flaming burst. He felt the heat spread through his limbs, relaxing the muscles in a way that only alcohol can. He ate quietly for a moment staring into the fire, just watching the flames dance over top the smoldering wood that he'd put in there<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><em> Ebony hair wrapped around his arms, her terrified green eyes staring daggers into his as she gasped for breath. Her wounds poured her life out over the road, deep guffawing laughter so close, yet seeming so far away. He shook, her body starting to slowly stop moving, the life finally beginning to fade from her eyes. She opens her mouth, carved perfectly into her porcelain face, trying to speak but managing only a gurgle of blood as she closes her eyes, all fight and struggle gone from her, her life drained.<br/><br/>He stares in helpless sorrow at what he's lost, unable to finally comprehend what's happened. It's only when he hears a rough, hateful voice mumble something and try to drag him to his feet that he understands. He reacts on pure instinct, a cold fury that wipes out all traces of his humanity. He breaks the man's arm, taking his weapon quickly. Too easy, no challenge, these men, these crazed and ugly people are only paranoid and untrained men and women, no match for him. They're only able to stumble around to face him at their comrades scream of pain. Their dumbfounded eyes meet his, burning with an inhuman flame as he levels the gun at them, the line of them, and begins pulling the trigger.</em><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>He felt his mind snap back into reality, a jarring feeling that makes him jump as if he had touched a livewire. His head snapped up and stared at the woman across from her, only managing to barely pick up what she had said to him. He stared for a moment, getting his bearings for a moment, his dark eyes levelled on her eyes.<br/><br/>"Well arrogance doesn't exactly lead someone to be all that wise, now does it? Don't worry, he's still in the city, I guarantee it, and we'll find him, I know his type and I'm sure we'll find him real quick."<br/><br/>He realizes that he doesn't know her name, and for the first time really looks at her. If it was another place and time, he'd find her attractive, but his mind had long ago cut off any ties to sexual attraction. He'd even tried a few months back to attempt it, and found his heart and body were no longer into it, as if taking Madison had drained more than his heart, it had drained him of any sexual desire of women at all. His eyes flickered to the side, almost as if in embarassment as he remembered the incident with the man in Tulsa.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, "I figure if you're going to be tagging along I should know you're name, seems a bit stupid to keep calling you by "hey you," so I'm Tyler."