It didn't surprise Willie how fast Carlee took the canteen from his hands, when she offered it back to him he simply raised his hand and shook his head with a smile, she clearly needed it more than him. When she spoke of what happened at the airport it saddened Willie. [b]"What a damn shame."[/b] He remarked. At least a hundred people could be mindless, disgusting creatures. He wouldn't wish something like that on his worst enemy. He would have to keep a mental note that the airport is a potentially dangerous place, and should be off limits. [b]"Pleasure to meet'cha Carlee, i'm Willie"[b] He said once more with a friendly tone while extending his arm for a handshake. [b]"I'm by myself at the moment, but i'm looking for my brother, Franklin. He should be here in Chicago, and if i'm lucky he's not too far from here. He's s'posed to be held up in his garage a few miles down."[b] He gestured down the street as he put his backpack back on. 

Willie stood up and helped Carlee to her feet. [b]"But that can wait for later. We need to get somewhere safe, preferably without any of our uh, 'guests' taking up the place."[/b] He gave a small laugh as he picked up his rifle, and scoped the area out for a moment. There was a bar across the street, the taste of a cold beer filled Willie's mouth, even though any beer that could be found in the bar would probably taste like shit by now. [b][i]"Maybe there could be some whiskey or scotch in'there. Get's better with age"[/i][b] He thought to himself with a smile. [b]"There's a bar across the street, doesn't seem to bad, we could clear it out, stay there for the night and rest, then if you're feeling better leave in the mornin?"[b] He asked as he looked up and down the street, gripping his rifle. 

Willie looked to Carlee with somewhat of a cautious look on his face, but the friendly vibe was still there. [b]"Can'ya walk?"[/b]

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Both Timothy and Emma's tone suggested that the only actual threat at the moment was Dean himself. He stopped aiming once more, looking back and forth between Emma and Timothy. They were obviously friendly people, and only wanted to help, as well as have some help of their own. Dean looked to the floor, and for the 3rd time he felt like throwing up. His head hurt and his mind was clouded, this life was starting to finally get to him. He thought of his mother and where she could be while tightening his grip on the pistol. He wished it was his baseball bat instead, and he was at school practicing for tomorrows game. Today wasn't a very good day. He rubbed his head with the gun in his hand, and looked to the ground as he spoke. 

[b]"I'm staying here for a while."[/b] He gestured to the house behind him. [b]" You two can come in if you want."[/b] Dean turned and walked towards the house, expecting them to follow. He didn't trust them and he didn't not trust them, he wasn't in the right place at the moment to make any kind of decisions, and simply walked up the steps and into the house. If they were actually plotting to kill and rob him, he didn't care.