Rat peaks around the corner and watches the people moving bodies out of the prison yard. In the middle of the road a semi truck with a trailer sits and a half circle of desks are tied together. "How do you want to handle this?" Tank asks Rat. "How about by walking up and saying hello." A familiar voice says behind the 4 lurking people. Rat turns around slowly. Riley stands behind them with his arms folded and his head cocked to 1 side. He looks like he hasn't slept in a week and there is fresh blood on his shoulder. "Riley." Jessica sobs and Tank slams into the younger boy lifting him in a powerful hug sobbing. "We knew you weren't dead bro we fucking knew it!" Tank cheers. "My bones are not supposed to bend you fuckwit ogre." Riley gasps. Tank sets Riley down and while he catches his breath the others study him. "How have you been, man, are you good? Is everything good?" Tank says in rapid fire. "Fuck man breath for a minute." Riley says straightening out and popping his neck. "Come meet Camelot." Riley say's waving as he heads back towards the prison. "That is Riley?" Quin asks disappointedly. "Yeah he is pretty cool." Tank says happily following after his lost brother. "Whatever you do just don't piss him off." Rat says following after Tank with Jessica's hand in his. Sitting on the end of his trailer Riley studies them back. "That's new." Riley says, pointing at Rat and Jessica's hands. "Yeah." Rat says grinning wide. "Who the fuck are you?" Riley asks, turning his gray eyes on Quin. "My name is Quin sir i'm one of Rats hunters." Quin says nervously. Riley chuckles evilly. "Hey Lancey boy send me one of your best fighters!" Riley yells. "You are in charge here?" Quin asks. "Nope more of an aggressive advisor Lance is the one in charge. He just happens to be my bitch." Riley says chuckling as a large man wearing chain mail shows up. "You requested me?" The man asks. "Yep see that kid right there?" Riley says, pointing at Quin. "Yes sir." the man says. "Gather around for a lesson fuckers!" Riley yells. Turning to Rat. "Hope you taught him well." Riley laughs. "Okay bud here is what I need. That kid is going to beat your ass and your goal is to kill him or, I blow your thoughts out the back of your head." Riley says smiling as he loads his revolver and points it at the man. "You may begin." Riley says happily.
The knight lays on the ground panting painfully as he holds the cut on the left side of his face. Just moments prior the knight had swung at Quin who had ducked under his arm and slashed his face. "And that losers and germs is why while you look cool you are slower and slow means dead, someone stitch his face up so he stops bleeding." Riley says, hopping down from the trailer. "You can keep your knightly look but we need to change some shit the zombies inside the fence there you might notice that the zombie guards are wearing riot gear it will slow bullets and is armor so we will gather that for you assholes and have you wear it, also there will be no none warriors in your group everyone must be able to fight. If you want to keep your home yours." Riley says pacing in front of the people. Tank laughs. "While they loot the bodies you wanna go clear more of the prison?" Tank asks. "I'm not sharing any of the loot." Riley says, rolling his shoulders. "Come on man its a prison it has to have good shit." Tank whines playfully. "That is true and what I don't take belongs to the Camelot clan as is our deal." Riley says firmly. "Come on dude I'm joking I haven't seen you in a while. I just wanna hang with you." Tank says defeatedly. "Well then why don't you come with me to gather up all the shit id told them to get?" Riley says looking between Rat and Tank. "Sure man what are we getting?" Rat says happily. "Wood we are building a fucking wall." Riley says grinning at Tank. "Your evil." Tank sighs. "Oh and there is one more thing I want to get out." Riley says checking his knives and slipping his backpack to the ground. "Tell no one you found me, or where I am because, I will not be returning." Riley says. "Works for us man by the way I got something for you." Tank says reaching into his backpack. From the bag Tank pulls out Riley's jacket. Riley snatches it away and puts on the jacket and smiles. "Your the best you ox." Riley says happily pulling his jacket tight around himself.