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As Alex helped the old man up, he realized that the others were waking up too. "When they come I can take point. No offense to the rest of ya', but I think I have the upper hand in raw physicality." Another man, who had been leaning up against the wall spike up. Alex nodded his head. "I can agree with that." Alex looked around the room, and noticed two other people. A little girl and a woman. They appeared to be sisters. The little girl looked to be shy, at least from Alex's perspective. Well, weren't all kids shy? Not nowadays. It was strange. Alex shrugged it off and turned back to the old man. "Think you can walk? I don't think I'll be able to hold you up for much longer." He asked, when he realized the backpack was in the corner. Dumb ass Hunters. Alex used his foot to pull the backpack over, and realized it was already open. How lucky. He looked inside, and much to his dismay, he realized that there were no weapons inside it. There were a couple cans of beans however, and they may be able to hit someone hard. "If you think you can use anything from this bag, be my guest." He told the guy who had been leaning against the wall.


Alex looked at his old stump once again. It looked terrible. He still had the bandage on, like he always did, but it looked much dirtier and grimier. It still felt like he had an arm there, and occasionally he would try and grab something with his left arm. He of course would always look like an idiot, but not many people understood what it was like with only one arm. But Alex wasn't one to whine, so he asked another question. "What are the rest of us gonna do?"