Gearbox had taken a place towards the middle of the table. Not wanting to be far from the door, but also not wanting to be to close. He fiddled with a bolt from his car as the room started to speak their mind. His grandfather had given him that car right before he passed away. As for the rest of his kin, he guessed that they died in that first hour. His mother had died during his birth, and he was an only child. No one left except me. This my family now, he thought to himself looking around the room. The man who had taken the head of the table had caught Gearbox's interest.
Nodding to Sylar's words,"a strong leadership would give the people hope. At least as long as we kept our act together." stroking his beard as he continued, "as for looking for supplies, there's an ROTC building out there. It will most likely have at least a handful of rifles." Seeing the building had reminded him of his years in high school, but he needed to focus on the now at the moment.