Jaden turned, a slight embarrassment that he had been aiming in the completely wrong direction. It was very rare this ever happened to him. "You were with the second team..." he grunted as he lowered his rifle. Any marauder or backstabbing raider would have attacked instead of called out. He was just used to reacting to anything with whatever he had to fight it. That was assuming it was hostile, which in his era most of them were. "I'm guessing the truck got blown up..." Slumping to the ground again he stabbed the rifles butt into the ground and took a deep breath, flinching as he felt the wound on his side surge with a sharp pain. It wasn't his worse wound, still hurt like hell though. I guess he had just gotten used to it over the years.
"Name's Jaden. I'm with the first group..." He felt his side quickly, warm sticky damp had been added to the cold that was there before. Well shit, he'd opened the wound back up. It was only a bullet wound, it would heal if he was just careful enough. "Anyone else moving?" He called out to Naomi while feeling his side pockets for something to eat. Nothing, must have eaten the last of his energy bars in the truck before the explosion. The world was slowly returning to focus now, he could see what looked like the shape of a girl, shorter than himself and with black hair? He was still seeing blurs, they just had more colour now.
"you got any water?" he asked licking his lips. The sun wasn't kind on those who traversed the wastes without something to drink. He rubbed his right knee with a sour look to his face. IT didn't hurt, it didn't feel much of anything anymore...