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Runic kicked open the gate and held his pistols infront of him. "WEll, lets get moving" He siasd as he began to run o his stash. "i've also got some food and more ammo over there, so we'll rest up for a few minutes then head out again." He shouted back to Daimen as he ran. He could hear something. He knew it knew they were there, but he could not tell exactlly where it was.

Runic put his guns away and ran with a hand on his Katana. That is the reason he has a trench coat. Runic made a hand sign telling him to put his weapons away. 'You idiot, they'll hear us!' he thought looking at his surroundings as he ran. "Another Mile, I can make it out in the distance" he shouted back aftre ten minutes or so.

(sry dude, i got intot he drums and have been playing with my band for a while, thats why im never on)
Runic slowed down and panted out of breath. "Al....most...there" he managed to get out.

Garm waited silently outside the clearing. His eyes drifted eerily over the two bickering men, not letting a single detail go unexamined. One appeared to have some sort of pistol, and the other wore a large trenchcoat. "Probably to concreal a larger weapon..." Garm thought. The man pulled his coat back a little, just enough for Garm to see the hilt of a sword. Garm minded his own coat, which was lined with daggers of varying shape, size, and application.

He could kill the two of them without a thought in their currently vulnerable state, but that was not why he was here. The thought brought a cold smile to Garm's lips, one uncompromising and almost wolflike.

Suddenly, the two began to run, frightened by a presence that apparently wasn't his. Interested, Garm pursued them through the rubble, his feet gracing the sand ever so slightly as he silently watched the two and their next move.

He could hear hurried footsteps that seemed strangely apartheid from his immediate surroundings. He heard heavy breathing, hungry breathing, anxious and loud among the rubble. The sun was setting, and soon the wastelands would be far too dangerous to traverse. Even Garm feared the night and the dark, ghostly creatures that ruled its dark, icy clutches.

His hand gripped a decidedly long dagger of a kris shape. His eyes steady on the source of the breathing, he watied until he saw a shape, and then flung it quickly.

He did not stay to see if it connected, he had no time for that. His thoughts turned to the vehicle he'd stashed nearby. He'd have enough time to drive to safety if he started now. The two ahead of him slowed with fatigue. Interest utterly subdued him, and a curious smile spread across his face.

"Hey, you two! The Wastes are dangerous at night!" he called to them. "I'll take you to safety, if you wish!"

He knew this person. This same person had sliced up sevreal pepole a couple of days back and had tale's of mass slaughter and rape around him. "runic" he whisperd "this guy is a murderer"

"Whatever" Runic muttered walkng closer towards his stash. He later arrived at this stash and said, "My home away from home, Weapons, ammo, fod and a car, take what you need and get in the jeep" He pulled a tarp off that was covering a jeep. It was a decent looking one that had a turret mounted on the back, for emergencies. Runic grabed some clips and sat in te drivers seat waiting for (sorry forgot your rpc's name dramallama )

Runic jumped in and started the truck., Kamelot's March of Mephisto was then blasting as the two pulled up into the open. "This place is pritty far, so this is why we're using my jeep. Just keep your eyes open for anything that looks harmful...Pothole!" he shouted as the jeep hit a large pothole, causing the two inside to shake and sway.