He sighs and looks up at you.
"Listen, I wish everything was fine so that we could give you a car, or some vehicles, or whatever, but we're spread thin enough as it is. That's all I can do..."
He hesitates for a few seconds before continuing.
"There are a few rusty old bikes in a storage shed outside. Just bring them back in one piece, okay?"
I walk out with directions to the shed. "Pick a bike." I say, going to the shed. I choose the lesser of the rusty old bikes, and add a rusty old small wagon extension to it. "Everyone, group here." I say, in a doctory(lol) tone, "Since this one is going to be the hardest to pull, we switch every 45 minutes. Make sure that you don't have cuts, we don't have the means to heal you from rust poisoning."
I take out the silencer rifle. "I will take this." I say, experimenting with it and getting a feel. I sling it over my back. "Who wants to have the bino's and who wants the map?" I add in, "We need to go now."
"Hey, so uh, what's your name and why are we going over there?."
"My name is Dr. Franc, we are going to kill a
Homo virulentus, or what you call monsters." I look around for sharp objects. "forget it." I run back inside and take my backpack back. I put it into the wagon.
"The names Derrel Lark". "We're going there because it seems the guards over here are too pusillanimous individual to kill a monster".
I toss Derrel the binoculars. "I guess you like looking because you are looking like a..." I pause, "Whatever."
"Who can read?"
