She laughed a bit. She didn't care anymore. In fact, she hoped she died. But then she started thinking about her dog. She called for her dog, it quickly running torwards her. It almost didn't recognize her, with her two giant bruises on her face. "Could you cut these ropes please?" The dog started biting the rope that held her there, soon breaking them enough so that she could shake free. She waited until the sound of a buggy driving faded away and exited the room. She then looked for the other dead guards and picked up their guns, as well as a throwing knife. Walking into a secret weapon shop, she shot the clerk and took a bow and a bag of arrows, throwing the bag over her shoulder. She had practiced throwing knives, so the gun and bow were only extra protection. She walked back to her tiny home where her and her mother had slept and got two big backpacks, one she put her dog and dogfood in, one she paked with all the sheets and food she could fit in it. She was a particularly strong child, so she carried it all with ease. She faintly saw a buggy fading in the distance. "I'm coming for you."

Mark turned and brought the stretcher himself. He gently pulled Lexy onto it and took the bars at the head "Harley would you please get the other end?" He asked his voice calm

(heh...sorry. Typo, got them mixed up. It's fixed now. Sorry about that.)

Rachel grabbed the other end with a stupid smile on her face. "Sorry boss, thought I smelled a skag."

Rachel grabbed the other end with a stupid smile on her face. "Sorry boss, thought I smelled a skag."

(Heh, it's ok. :) Thanks!)

He could feel her hand, and pulled it out of his pocket. He felt the rope tighten again, and pulled the knife out.
"Gah... here? You see it now? Just a regular old knife. It's nothing special..." He thought about pulling the rope away with his hand, but he knew how that could end up. He heard her whisper and study him. He chuckled.
"Odd, eh? What do you think makes me different than the others?" He was quite curious now. He never thought he was any different than anyone else. After all, it's all men for themselves out here. That's always been how he thought the world worked, and only tried to act like how he thought others should act.

Mark smiled back fondly "well your nose isn't usually wrong, Harley keep watch please." He said lifting up the stretcher and motioning for Rachel to go first

Blake smiled. She looked over the knife in his hand. She giggled at his question. She released him from the rope and put it in her pocket for now. "You don't look like the other males...you look like a Hyperian." she said confused. She poked and prodded at him a little. Studying him closely.

He was relived that the rope was away from his neck. He rubbed it, letting out a pleasant sigh. He noticed her poking at him, and tried to swat her hand away from him.
"Huh, is that so? Guess I must take very good care of myself." He had a confident look on his face, and puffed his chest out.

Blake giggled when he swatted at her. She looked at his chest when he puffed it out, grinning a little and poking him in the chest. "But you don't look like other men here, the others looked weird..." she said quietly. She was talking about the bandits. She grinned and poked at him a little more, lifting one of his arms and looked it over.