Patrick sat with a solem look on his face as everyone went around saying where they were headed he gave a sigh when the eyes came upon him atlast "Well If you people are heading to london i wouldn't recommend it perhaps there is a slight chance of there begin some sort of evacuation camp but I am not one to depend on the queen and her boys to get us out I am shooting to go back to Eirenn. Got soem family back there although i doubt they made it through this perhaps I can find a boat and go to Lambay Island should be safe there supposing not everyone in ireland had the same idea as me." Patrick Said slightly chuckling as he stood up and stretched his arms and walked upstairs attempting to get away from the others with he excuse of looking for more stuff running into the small bedroom he began to think of all the places he didn't search running over to the bureau he began to pull open the draws each empty besides one which was locked tight pulling out his survival hatchet patrick aimed it for the shackle frist only tapping it to make sure he would hit it. After three taps he slammed the hammer down with tremendous force causing the rusty lock to break into small pieces wrenching open the draw he found a most surprising sight a old World war two webley revolver taking it out and opening the cylinder he found it was filled with six casing 5 of which where empty besides one lone bullet "Gotta save this incase those biters get to me." Patrick chuckled as he placed it in the back of his jeans and dug deeper into the drawer this time finding a whet stone covered in a old musty rag which had the faint scent of gun oil taking both he put the whet stone in his pocket and kept the rag in hand and walked down stairs giving the gun a quick clean over with the rag. "Look what I found bhoys A nice little piece of irong if i do say so myself" Patrick said holding the webley revolver up in the air.
*warning may be offensive
All I can say is he must not have liked the movie
My thoughts on people who think they are Irish but haven't had a realitive in Ireland for generations
"Your not Irish your a fucking cunt"
END OF DAYS
Name: Patrick Lee Garrison
Carry Weight: 70 lbs
Survival Hachet (1lb)
Military Survival knife (1 lbs) (Handle contains fishing hook and line, 5 matches a needle and thread the pommel acts as a compass)
Military Backpack (0lbs)
5 MREs (10lbs) (MRE: Meal ready to eat but Patrick refers to them as Materials Resembling Edibles)
Makeshift bandages (1lbs) (made from ripped up children's clothes)
Wool Socks (1lb)
Sheep Skin gloves (0lbs)
Colthing (2lbs) (Work Jeans, Clover green T shirt, Camo cold weather jacket that's has some ripped off spots where badges and emblems where the most prominent is the vague outline of three letters in green white and orange thread)