Hank grabbed the last of his things, It was time to go, and maybe never come back. "Murphy? You ready to get going?" Hank packed what he could, he had the sledge hammer in a duffle bag, what rations he had left, his gun, and some clothes. And a book on 'Plants for morons' in his bag as well, other then food, he felt ready to go out into the world...Or what was left of it.