Eli watched the group go about their business, opting to sit out to the side for a while. He wanted to assess just what he was getting himself into, and because it seemed like everyone here was keen on letting just about anyone join up with them, he wasn’t worried about being left out just yet.

There were quite a few members to the group and, surprisingly, only one of them was dead so far. Not including himself and the dead dude, there were eight of them. Unless he miscounted, or there were others lurking about in the shadows. Eli gazed from person to person, taking in what he could (or what he cared to) about them. Knowing the people you’re dealing with is the first step towards fucking over the people you’re dealing with.

First was the one who seemed to have assumed the position of leader. The one who decided that it was her job to patch up every Tom, Dick, and Harry that stumbled out of the hellish ship with their innards quickly becoming outards. He was glad she had taken control, because that meant he wouldn’t have to. There wasn’t much to gain in leading a ragtag group of misfits through the wilderness to their seemingly inevitable deaths. But someone had to do it, he supposed.

Next was the red-headed girl who seemed to think herself second in command, or whatever. She seemed to have a mouth on her, which made Eli certain things wouldn’t work out between the two in the long run. She also had a gun, which Eli wanted. He was able to connect the gun to the body, so clearly she was at least moderately dangerous with it. Whatever, he could wait. He had nothing but time now. And his metal spike.

Then came the two injured ones. One was an old man, bleeding all over the place and just generally making a mess. He seemed familiar, but maybe he just had one of those faces. Who knew. The other was younger, and kind of weirded Eli out. He wasn’t sure why, maybe he just had one of [i]those[/i] faces.

Three more fit into a nice group like the last two. Another old dude, noticeably bleeding less than the other, a very unassuming black girl that didn’t seem quite sure what was going on, and a scrawny kid who seemed even less sure. He grouped these three into the “exploit and/or ignore” category. They didn’t, outwardly, seem to pose much of a threat to him. Thus, in his asshole mind, he figured the only use they’d have to him would have to be brought about by his own actions.

Lastly was the creature sitting off in the distance that everyone seemed to have done a great job at upsetting. That was the one who would be the reason why Eli would be sleeping with one eye open. He wasn’t quite sure it was human at all, to be honest, but he doubted many of these people were exactly human either. Lord knew he wasn’t.

By the time Eli had finished his little mental inventory of personalities, he realized the group had gotten smaller. Their fearless leader and the computer kid were nowhere to be seen. Had they run off? Did it matter? No, it didn’t, he decided. He also realized that the black girl and the older, non-dying guy were stripping the dead body. He thought about making a snide comment about it, but decided against it for whatever reason.

[i]”Lets go.”[/i] The red head spoke. Second in command was now their new glorious leader, apparently. 

Eli watched as she lifted the bleeding dude and began to carry him off, and then noticed the beast doing the same. Eli squinted, trying to see if the monster was drooling.

“Hey, comrade,” Eli spoke, jogging slightly to catch up to the red-head and her apparently Russian made luggage. He made sure to stop short and stay a respectful distance away, not wanting trigger finger to get any wrong ideas. “Where do I know ya from? I’m sure I’d be able to place it if it weren’t for that nasty little scrape ya got there.”