(OOC: Jesus, I'm gone for a day, and you guys make about 6 pages! Oh well, I'm assuming Norman's guy dragged my guy with them into the vertibird)
Tom slowly felt unconsiousness leave him. His first thought was '[censored], my ribs' and his second thought was '[censored], fire' He dragged himself torward an opening in the crushed cockpit of the vertibird. He managed to fit through the hole in the window and rolled out onto the ground, holding his chest. He sat there and groaned for a moment before he deceided to stand. He slowly turned himself over with his arms before using his legs to keep his midsection off of the ground. In one akward move, he managed get both feet solidly on the ground. Both his weapons were gone, and he hoped that his saviors had managed to grab them. He still had his knife though, and he painfully set his leg on the vertibird and pulled the knife from it. Tom winced and put his leg down. He looked around, and several feet from him there were several bodies of what appeared to be a group of barbarian like people. Energy weapons burns were pepered across their bodies. 'Oh no, that Enclave guy...Henry' he thought 'He saved me?' Tom wondered, thinking about the possiblilty of the Enclave helping him out. He deceided to stop thinking and move on. Sadly, the Tribals didn't carry any guns, so he picked up a spear and contiuned on, hoping to find his group before he found something else.