There was a box of candy in the glove box, not much else though. "Look, I don't know what you're on about kid, but if you wanna go to the surface then fine, we'll come with. But after we've had a chance to rest." The sound of the voice is much louder now, but no one answers the door when he knocks. Soon enough he starts to hear...noises. It's difficult to tell what kind of noises. It could be grunts and groans, like zombies, yet it seems to be to patterned to be that. He finds himself in the middle of a tunnel. He could go left or right, but both ways were quite dark. "We don't really have a form of currency down here, you pay for things with other things. Just bring us more stuff from the surface and you'll be fine."
Delzin sighs, trying to open the door with a swift kick " Now this is just annoying! " He sighs the moment before he kicks. Great example he's setting for Iris...Why...why does he feel so brotherly towards her...Nothing...no...nothing at all. He wont ever remember that.
Paul decides to go left, walking of into the darkness while once again whistling his strange and slightly off-key tune.
The door, which wasn't locked, barely managed to stay on it's hinges. Inside was a small room, there was a box with a little food, some ammo, and there was also a bed in the room. More importantly there was a small table with a radio on it, which was quite clearly where the voice was coming from. As he gets closer he starts to realize that the sound is that of voices speaking, but they are not speaking a language he understands. The closer he gets, the better he can make out four figures huddled around a barrel with fire in it. He finds some scarp and a small amount of ammo. Carson found the following: Pistol ammo x 2 Metal scrap x 9 Cloth scrap x 6 "Mmmhmm" "Yeah, sure that's fine." Eventually he finds himself at an intersection, he could go left or right or strait forward.
Delzin goes over to the radio, tapping it " Hello? Hello? Anyone there? " He pays more attention to the radio than anything else at the moment, glancing back to Iris
He puts the scrap in the backpack, and the bullets in his pocket with the others, zipping it up to keep them secured. "All searched over here Jason, how 'bout you?"
Nothing was kept immediatley behind the counter where the clerks were, though he could catch small glimpses every now and then of the room behind the clerks. From what he could tell it was full of stuff, but it was difficult to discern what any of that stuff was. Iris was looking around the small cabin. Tapping the radio did nothing but make a small clicking sound as his nails made contact with the shell. There was a small microphone attached though, it had a single button on it's side and a long curled wire connecting it to the radio. He would find Charon slithering around the room, trying to see in the back. Even straining his eyes, it was difficult to see. The path he went down now continued for a while until eventually reaching a grate. It was impossible to tell what they were talking about since he didn't speak the language. They were sat in the middle of the tunnel, there were small piles of cloth, presumably where they slept, and more importantly the area around them was quite dry. Jason gives a thumbs-up.
'I found some scrap and two bullets, not much useful. How about you?' He walks down the road in the direction they were going, waiting a bit for Jason to catch up and lead the way.
Charon appeared to have been trying to see what was in the back room. Finally, a reply came through. "Hello? Holy shit! I haven't heard anyone actually talk for a long time." Eventually, the various members of the group lay down on their respective cloth piles and go to sleep. "Some scrap, food, more scrap." He starts walking.