Riley watches the gas station roar with flames from the last of the gas in the stores tanks. "Rest in peace Niles I've got some more fuckery to commit." Riley says before returning to the police station. For many hours Riley continues his process of stripping the corpses and piling them in the center. When the body pile is too much to keep adding to Riley wraps the crusty and dirty clothes emptied of all their loot around the bodies and doused it in gas before setting it ablaze. While the pile burns Riley goes through his newfound loot. "Lots of backpacks and pocket knives but the dead soldiers brought some fucking awesome guns and ammo though I do wish there was more though." Riley tells the bodies around him. "Oh well I'm going to have some seriously fucking cool shit." Riley says grinning. Riley goes through the long process of cleaning the knives, guns and bullets. "Maybe once I get my bearings on myself and can stand to be around them again I'll go find my clansmen." Riley mumbles to himself setting the last cleaned object down. "Or maybe i'll say fuck it and roam about being my own person with my own rules." Riley looks up at the sky illuminated by the fire roaring beside him. "Well no fucking point in trying to decide at the first thought of all this shit." Riley drops the tailgate on the truck and starts setting the handguns he had found and rolls them up tying it off with a shoelace and sets it in a pile behind the front seat of his truck. "Maybe I'll fix up a u-haul or a semi truck or something and live in that." Riley muses rubbing his chin. Riley draws his hunting knives and checks their edges. Seeing that they are still holding a razors edge Riley moves on to his k-bars and guns. "Well since I don't have fuck else to do might as well try to sleep" Riley grumbles leaning back in the drivers seat.
"These reports have to be bullshit, I'm telling you." Patrick the security guard says. "Nope afraid they are all true." Tank chuckles. "You guys actually fought not 1 but 4 hordes and survived and even beat 3 of them?" Patrick asks incredulous. "Yup we are just badass." Tank says pridefully. "And that Alex guy can pretty much make any bomb or medicine he thinks of?" Patrick asks. "Yup he makes mostly pipe bombs and antibiotics but the guy is also one hell of a botanist he is having people look for plants and seeds right now." Tank grins. "And you guys just come up with this shit and build it?" Patrick asks. "Yup but you see some of our ideas don't work out. That's all the red check marks are if it doesn't work so that we can either drop the idea all together or try and take another crack at it later." Tank explains. "And you killed a zombie bear that broke your ribs and fought on with the ribs broken piling bodies between fights?" Patrick asks. "Not as cool as you make it sound. I was puking and whining the whole time." Tank says rubbing his shoulder. "Are you really a bunch of kids?" Patrick asks. "We are what we need to be and do what we must to achieve the things we must." Tank says smiling. "I got a lot of work don't I? If I ever want to reach your level." Patrick says grinning. Tank stands up and tenderly rolls his shoulder. "I'm tired of reading and answering questions. I'm going to grab a bite, drop a deuce and go hunt some zombies for the hell of it." Tank says leaving the vip suite they had converted into a records and planning network room. "What about your ribs?" Patrick asks. "What about your leg? If you want to be the best you gotta try harder you just pointed that out with such a badass history I feel very pumped." Tank says with a devilish grin.
Riley punches the side of the semi giving him trouble hooking onto a trailer. "Listen here you fucking piece of useless shit you will obey or I swear i'll burn your broke ass to the ground." Riley growls. Walking back to the cab Riley climbs in and tries again to line the trailer up. Once he is satisfied with his parking he checks on the trailer again. "Fucking finally now was that so god damned hard?" Riley says triumphantly. "Next step weld a bed into this bitch and some gun racks." Riley says smiling like the little devil he is. The drive back to the police station is uneventful and Riley grumbles the whole time. "I remember I used to hope I wouldn't really see any zombies. Fuck I wish there were still a ton of the bastards now." Riley says to himself. Riley climbs out of the truck and wanders into the cells to remove one of the metal cots even though there wasn't really any. "Lets see I got the cot and with some effort, and elbow grease I can drag the armory shelves up, then I just need some lights." Riley rubs his chin. "Maybe I'll set up a reloading station and start manufacturing bullets." Riley muses, planning his future in the short term. After battling the shelves for 3 hours he slides it into the trailer and sets it up by the cot laying on the ground as he moves around he lays down and stares at the roof. Outside of his newly acquired trailer he hears the sound of something he thought he would never hear. A horse snorts.