Snippet #1454800

Despite any people not wanting him in the hummer, Gawain got in the hummer. Fresh blood dripped off his clothes and onto the seat below him. Wait, was that a piece of brain matter on his jacket..? Most likely. "Can we, you know, get the hell outta dodge already? I kinda don't want to stay here with those body-building super-zombies. That's one thing I wouldn't stand a chance against." he blabbered on, wiping his hatchets and his over-sized knife on his already stained jacket. Surprisingly, the blood didn't get into his multitude of pockets, so everything in them was perfectly safe! How nice. Buuut.. I wonder what the people sitting in the hummer would think of a blood-covered demon like Gawain.. hmm..

And so, the psychotic midget took out a trail mix bar and started eating it. Delicious! And he would totally share it with the others if they asked. Which they probably won't because Gawain is scary. Seriously.