He barely gave the boy a glance as he stared at Tyler for help, this was his problem, not Tyler's. Stupid kind shouldn't have just walked in on people like that. Nevertheless he was sticking around for the unhinged biker chick to decided after she was done that she was going to move in on him, he really didn't like killing people, seemed a waste of bullets and survivors to boot. He stood up, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder.<br/><br/>He moved to walk out when another woman appeared, wisely with a weapon raised. Tyler sighed and nodded curtly, "if you wish to join the fun little clusterfuck in their, be my guest, I on the other hand, am out of here."<br/><br/>He strode across the street, ignoring the fact that that had been the first real human contact he'd had in a long time, weeks even, close to several months. He didn't really care for people, they were selfish, back stabbing, and narcissistic animals that only served themselves and their own, sometimes not even that. He tied the bag to his bike, bending down to check over it, sighing again as he realized that he had to change the oil.<br/><br/>He walked to the nearby gas station and plucked some of the remaining containers from the shelf and walked back to his bike. He poured the oil in carefully, planning to refuel it as well before he made his way out of there. All the while, his ears were trained to listen carefully to the surroundings.