Snippet #1700244

Andrew Concepcion, Steel Wolves Camp

"Sir?" Andrew muttered confused as she stop in front of him. As she made her demand Andrew smirked and watched as she seemed to try and put on a stern looking expression. It took all that he had not to burst out laughing right then and there although he did manage to nod.

"Sure. But don't call me sir, makes me sound old, I'm only twenty one." He said, holding back a chuckle. "This box in the camp or is it somewhere else in this forsaken town?"

He desperately hoped it would not be the latter. As nice as she seemed he didn't think wandering through this infested place was worth it. Still he had entered this place with one other goal besides food and information, a reliable companion to travel with was just as important. For in the long time he had spent fighting and sneaking his way here from Fort Worth, he discovered that loneliness was a factor just as dangerous as low supplies.

He gave the girl in front of him the once-over and sized her up. She seemed nice enough, and given she was still alive odds were she was capable, although he would needto find that out first hand before thinking about inviting her along.

"Well then," He said bringing the crowbar to rest on his shoulder. "lead the way."