Matt took a little bit of corn for herself, making sure she had let enough for everyone else to be able to take a little bit. She then went back to looking around the small area, seemingly looking for something to do. Willow was sitting, her wounded leg outstretched while her other bended. She was looking for something in her bag, focused on it for many moments. Soon she had retrieved a make-shift guitar that looked to be made from scraps. Willow started to play a small song, she did it as a way to calm herself as she was just a tad bit jumpy due to so many people being around.

"You two boys do know that knives don't solve everything right,sometimes a chainsaw works,or a bomb made out of toothpast cause we probs won't need it....OR candels!" she replied her kinda pyromaniac and explosivemanic nature shining thru a bit

" A gun does the job best, bullets probably survived and that chainsaw will need repairs, and fuel eventually. Also where in the heck will we find toothpaste? " Willow asked, a little jokingly.

"you'd be suprised.....old abandoned toothpaste factories....or old walgreens rubble" she replied

Cobalt picked up his pack and flipped open a flap on the backside. It was filled with lighters and stray bits of metal. 'Who said I only used knives? Maybe I can use some shrapnel to fuse something.' He grinned, and picked up a lighter. Shaking it, he smiled. 'They're all full. Had 'em for years, ever since I ran away. Even when I was seven, I had a shred of sense.'

"your smarter than you look" she mumbled,"Got any arsenic in there too?" she asked

He chuckled. 'Yep.' Cobalt pulled a sealed plastic bag from his sack, which contained several different lengths of silvery material. 'It's mostly grey, but I've got a small handful black with a touch of yellow. My Uncle had quite a lot of bits and bobs in the hut.' He shrugged. 'Never know when you need...well, anything. Gotta stockpile it all.'

"So you can bomb the cults and stuff....and other things" she quickly added."I mean i do keep a thing of gasoline in my bag..."

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Cobalt nodded. 'Ah. Hey, make sure that gasoline doesn't come to these lighters. Otherwise, we're all dead.' He winced as his foot was stabbed with a sharp pain. '******,' he gasped as he unrolled the bandage around his foot. It was still oozing blood, but had no signs of infection. He wrapped it back up tighter. 'Well, ******,' he said again. 'Thought I would have stopped bleeding by now.'

Willow nodded " Well then looks like we are going to be more then safe. I am much better with an axe though. Wish I had one, but since I don't I'll just make do with what I do have. " She said, looking back to her guitar. " Any requests? I can play almost anything on it. "