[color=lightcoral]Hector[/color]

Hector managed shake off some of the grogginess that blanketed his mind once he was on his feet once again. He took the stranger up one his offer and the went about constructing a makeshift sling for his now broken arm; the process was not too timely as there was plenty of raw materials that could be combined to craft a half-decent sling...it wasn't perfect, but he supposed it would have to do for the immediate future. Hector managed to down an unopened bottle of Perrier water that was discarded in whatever catastrophe hit Yellow Stone and this relieved him of his overly parched throat, so he finally was able to coherently communicate with this well dressed stranger. Who was he kidding this guy was hot, the Lord sure sent a looker to free him from his predicament; damn, in hindsight he probably sounded like a nutter to this gorgeous representatives of manhood. He would have to rectify that situation as soon as possible and Hector cleared his throat in preparation to speak; hopefully he would not make a further fool of himself.

[color=lightcoral]"Thanks for your help stranger, not many people would pull a half-raving gigantic man out from underneath a pile rubble, for this and all you did today I am forever grateful. I probably would have perished here was it not for your kindness. I must apologize about the my uh...ranting earlier as I am normally a sensible man, but being stuck in an environment of low stimulation where time is fleeting can drive anyone temporarily mad. Though while I retract all of the baseless nonsense I spurted about him Piers is indeed an asshole and I wasted numerous years in his employ; however, I am steadfast in my belief that he survived this apparent bedlam and left me here in the lodge to die  Oh, how rude of me my name is Hector Williams."[/color]

At this point in the conversation the large man extended his equally large hand. 

[color=lightcoral]"I do not particularly remember you from Piers' little shindig which is a shame as I make it a habit to socialize with all hands...er fiscally well-endowed gentleman, the best conversations come from those whose wealth have allowed them to experienced the world and all its splendors, but I digress. It seems I have been cooped up in here for the duration of the day, so tell me have you been outside? If so how bad is it out there? Do you know of any other survivors?"[/color]

Hector felt an unusual calmness overtake his regular enrage demeanor as it felt refreshing to just talk to a living person and not some specter. If he could just scrounge up some alcohol he would be content to wait out the end of the world in this cabin...this whole end of days thing would blow over soon enough and in a few weeks it would be old hat.