Jessica collapsed to the floor,
she sat back against the wall.

The sounds in the room raged on,
Eventualy the mans screams and pleads for his life stopped,
replaced by quite sounds of chewing and ripping of flesh.

Another person dead to save myself...
Another corpse with me as its maker.
As a child I vowed not to kill...
Seems thats not a vow I could keep...

He world spins, she falls in and out of conciouness as the guilt plauges her.
Eventually she rises her head hurts and all is silent, getting up she beguins to search the building.

It was an old building and there were no other rooms than the one she was first and and the one full of raiders.
She did not bother to search the entire room instead quickly grabbing her stuff and rummaging through a shelves.
She found a lot of the medical supplies he had used to healon the shelves around where he had been lying.
She also found a large revolver it was heavy and fired rifle bullets, she puzzled over it for a long time before chosing to take it.
Even a gun that used rare ammo was better than no gun at all.
( Yes she did just find a .223 pistol )
In another shelf she found a few cardboard cases of .223 bullets and put them into her brahmin hide backpack.
All kitted up she had one last thing to do, she could not have another death on her hands, the dog must not be left locked in that room.

After a few minuits of mental preparation she took out a piece of prepared meat from her bag and unwrapped it from the brahmin hide cover.
She loaded five bullets into the strange revolver and meat in hand slowly approached the door.
She undid the lock slowly and a sound of the dog jumping to attention could be heard as his claws scraqed on the floor.

[censored] I hope this is the right move,
It certainly isnt a clever one!
Dont kill me, Dont kill me, Dont kill me, Dont kill me!!!

"Here doggy, ima just open this door doggy, dong be scared..."
She opened the door slightly and peeked through to see the dog stood, covered in blood, staring wide eyed at her.
Opening the door slightly further the dog stood still, eyes now focussed on the meat.
"You want this doggy? Its good.." She held out the molerat meat fully opening the door and kneeling low to the ground.
The dog moved slightly closer his eyes moving from the meat, to the gun and finally to her face.

I should move away,
let him come to the meat... Then move to him...
He hasnt ripped my leg off yet... Thats a good sign,
I hope!

After a few moments of neither one of them moving she placed the meat in the door way and took a few steps backwards staying close to the floor.
The dog moved forward and began to eat the dog and after a few minuits of watching it eat she moved forward to stroke his thick fur.
The dog did not attept to move away but continued eating as Jessica stroked him a smile widened across her face.

Atleast the dog cant have alternative motives for being nice...
Animals are so perfect, they dont lie and they dont expect anything you have never given them before...
I hope you really are a good doggy and dont just want my food...
I hope when I cant feed you, I dont become food.

Joseph: Yes, yes here you go. I'll repair your knife if you come back with the egg. Now get a move on!

The group moved out of Josephs shop all at once, sticking together for more protection. They reached the settlements entrance and Kane gave the guard a quick nod.

Guard: You men look like you can handle yourselves, come back soon!

They were walking for over 20 minutes when they saw the first spider. He was a mean one, big brown legs and a brown and yellow stripped body and head. He was about 3 meters long and 1 meter tall. His glazed eight eyes stared at the group, it seemed to be thinking whether to attack them or not. Suddenly the spider rose up on its hind legs, frontal legs flailing in the air. It charged towards the group, scuttering at amazing speeds. It was about 10 meters away when the group finally noticed it. It had been camoflauged against the dirt.

Kane: Oh [censored]! Shoot the [censored] bastard!

Kane reached for his Assault rifle. The spider was getting closer every second. By the time the group had their guns out it leaped up into the air, preparing to pounce. It landed on top of Oleg, As it landed it knocked him to the ground, hitting his sniper rifle away from him. It raised it's head and prepared to bite into his soft flesh.

Holding off the Spider with one arm, Oleg reached for his knife.
" Son of a [censored]! "

Oleg brought up his knife from the side, wrenching it around.
As he attempted to roll over he lunged at it again, straight for the side of its head.

As Oleg's knife pieced the spiders skull, it's venom started spraying out all over his arm. Oleg screamed in pain as the venom burnt his arm like acid. He shoved the spider off of his body with his good arm.
Kane examined Oleg's arm, it had a bunch of small cuts as well where the spiders brisly legs had scratched

Kane: Here. My last stimpack.I hope none of the venom got in those cuts. Better inject yourself in the cut anyways. It'll hurt alot more but it's what you need to do. Now, let's get a move on.

As Oleg injected himself with the stimpack. He was still badly injured, he wouldn't be able to use any two handed guns until he got to a doctor. The group continued on. In the distance they could see a cave.

Kane: This must be their den. It's a good thing to, it's getting late.

Suddenly, as if all the spiders in the den had been alerted at once. They started charging towards the group. There must have been over 30 of them. Each of them as big or bigger than a man.

Kane: Holy [censored]! Run!

Kane, Ralph, and Oleg started running as fast as they could away from the spiders.

These spiders are faster than us, and if they catch up to us they'll rip us apart. If only we had some kind of distraction to help us escape.

Then Kane heard laser beams from behind them. And he heard the sound of a spiders scream, almost inaudable. Kane ditched his assault rifle, it was just slowing him down.

That robot is still fighting them... we might just have a chance!

Kane: Don't turn around Ralph!

Then they heard the crunching sounds of metal. And again the scrurrying sound of the spiders. Kane had only one thought going through his mind.

Run, run, RUN!

It seemed like the group had been running for days, when they finally stopped they made sure that there were absoloutly no spiders following them. It was cold. There was a bit of snow on the ground.

Kane: looks like we'll have to set up some kind of camp here for the night guys. I don't know about you but after running for an hour I'd like to have a nights sleep. So I guess we could split up now and look for somewhere to stay and then meet back here in 30 minutes?

" Da. But, i can't fire my rifle. Would you happen to have a one handed gun with you?

I don't like this.. I much rather my rifle. Sit far away, kill them before they know what is even happening. Hahahaha BOOM!

Kane: Listen, I'm sorry about your arm but we all took some losses. Ralph lost his protectron and I lost my Assault rifle. How about this, I'll give you my 10mm pistol and you lend me your sniper rifle. That way we'll both have a weapon we can use.

Kane patiently waited for a response from Oleg. While he did so he turned to Ralph. The poor man seemed sad about the loss of his robot, his only friend.

Kane: Ralph. I'm sorry about your robot. But if it wasn't for him we'd all be dead now. And we'll still be dead if any one of us start moping about our losses or the fact that we have no [censored] idea where we are. Right now all we need to do is survive, we can think about revenge later.

(OOC: Wootz, I'm not asking for much in length of posts but maybe your next one should be a bit longer than one. Your guy just went through a traumtic expierence. Describe how he's feeling, not just "I wish I had my gun.")

( OOC: Tramatic? THAT is considered traumatic? Just now was just another day in the wasteland.

Shawn leaned back in his chair and sighed with relief, the bar was once again empty and he had the whole place to himself, "Slate." he said so quietly that Slate hardly heard him"Yeah Shawn?" Shawn got up and walked to the counter. Slate confused by this odd gesture started to shiver abit in fear, "Um, what's wrong Shawn, you want more water?food?some ammo? I know you want that Sniper Rifle hanging on the wall right? take it it's all yours my man!"He was almost shouting the last words when Shawn stopped and sat down on the counter

"Why are you shaking, Slate? You think Im going to rob you or something?" Slate seeing that Shawn wasn't going to hurt him relaxed "No, its just I heard about the job you took from the Enclave...." Shawn gave Slate a hard stare and held it for what seemed like a eternity by Slate before he answered

"It was a job, nothing personnel, I dont steal or kill friends...but I do wish to ask you something...." Shawn said cooly. "Ok what's on your mind Shawn?" asked Slate. "I need a room, do you still have the one upstairs available?"

Slate smiled"you mean your office? yes no one has touched it my man."

"Good. Im opening shop in town for awhile then" Shawn grinned.

Ralph barely heard Kane's words. He just stared at the stubs on his hand where his fingers were before the accident, thinking about the protectron the entire time.
Fingers was all he had for years. They went through hell and back. Fingers had saved his ass many times before, now he died doing it.
Ralph didnt care about the ammunition, the engine, or the protection of the group. All he wanted right now was to kill those [censored] spiders.

Ralph looked the men one at a time. Oleg... He didnt like him, he didnt seem that intellegnt. Kill, kill, and kill some more is all Ralph heard in his mind when he heard Oleg talk.
And Kane, he had good intentions... Ralph didnt know what to think, nor did he really care. He just wanted to show those spiders what happens when you kill his friends. But Kane was right, he was rational. No revenge if they were all dead.

"So, what do you propose we do now that were out in the middle of nowhere and have absolutely no supplies to last us." he asked

(OOC: Wootz, yeah I would consider that traumatic. Your guy just lost his arm and almost died. In the wasteland anyone who couldn't use one of there arms had pretty much no hope for survival. So yeah it was traumatic. Besides, you're completely missing the point. All I'm saying is make your posts longer than 1 line or 2 lines. Describe what your character thinks of the place he's in now. Or at least something.)

Kane smiled at Ralph, glad that he had gotten over his idea of revenge and was thinking about survival.

Kane: Like I said before, I think we should split up and look for somewhere to camp for the night. Then in around 30 minutes we meet back here and tell each other what we found. What do you guys think? Good plan or not?



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(Npc= A man walked through the doors of the bar that Shawn was in. He had a dark expression on his face and had both his hands in the pockets of a long, white overcoat. He also had an open back pack on his back, it was empty. Suddenly the man whipped his hand out of his pocket and held it high up in the air.

Man: Nobody [censored] move or I'll blow us all to hell!

Shawn looked at the man curiously while Slate froze and looked at the man with the grenade(? its a grenade right?)."What do you want?" Shawn asked as if not worried"Cause im telling you now you can't have my armor, my guns or my equipment, alright? now what do you want?" Slate just looked at Shawn and then back at the robber "You want caps? I got lots of caps! some purified water? I have lots of water my man!"

Shawn leaned against the counter and looked at the armed man "What's it going to be?"

Npc= The man with his hand raised up into the air suddenly revealed what he was holding in his hand. It was a detenator.

Man: I've placed bombs all around the building. You don't do what I say and the whole place goes down.

The man looked at Shawn with a worried expression on his face.

Man: You there! Put down any weapons you have and place them on the counter. What I want enough water for my whole family for a year! And I want food, lots of food!

The man tossed his empty backpack on the floor. And looked at Shawn

Man: Fill the bag, and yes I'm getting your ammos and weapons as well.

Slate was moving around the counter getting food and water when Shawn started to laugh."Are you serious? you are threatening us for food and water and our guns?"Shawn starts to laugh hysterically and both the man and Slate look at him with confusion"oh my [censored] god! thats funny!"
Slate stops at his task and looks at Shawn with pleading eyes "Shawn, my man why are you laughing?"
Shawn stops laughing all together and looks the man dead in the eye "If you do as you say I hope you know your family loses all their chances to get food and water all together...now if you want your family to live give me the detonater or....as you say you will dentonate the bombs right now."

"What are you doing Shawn?" Slate asked

"trying to save your shop Slate." he whispered

they both look at the man waiting for his response

(OOC: I was hoping you'd notice the family part )

Man: Shut the [censored] up! I'll do it! I will! Now put your gun on the counter.

The man's finger was on the button he pretended to be about to press it, but Shawn was unimpressed.

Man: Alright then! Don't move!

The man backed up out of the shop door. He was about 30 feet away but was still staring at Slate through the open doorway.

Man: Put the things in the bag or I blow the building up. And you better put your weapons in right now or else.

Name: Jack Willis
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian
Facial Look: Square jawed, midwestern farm boy features. Shaggy brown hair
Physique:6'1, athletic frame, about 175 pounds
Additional features: He's a product of the wastes, he's scarred up from too many tangles with too many of the creatures out there.
Skills: Repair, Small Guns, Speech
Other Skills: A gifted natural tracker from his time in the wastes.
Equipment: Jack wears beaten up old leather armor, with a misshapen patchwork coat thrown loosely over it. Wears a bandanna over his mouth and goggles in rough weather.
Weapons: A hunting rifle
Motive: Jack is perfectly neutral, but he's a hunter. His motivation for going after the Gatten is simple: He wants to find the unfindable. He's motivated by insatiable curiosity, tempered by a new found pessimism.
Place of Origin: General Detroit area. No real home. Constantly nomadic in and around the city.
Bio: When he was seventeen, he left the small settlement his parents resided in to go out into the wastes and settle his curiosity. Against his parents advice, he reasoned he could make his fortunes somewhere out there and find a better life for his family. Somewhere during his travels, they abandoned the settlement. When he returned they were gone. He's stayed in the Detroit area, picking off rad scorpions and discovering that maybe the world wasn't the golden nugget he pretended it could be. Maybe things were as harsh as he was warned.



Introduction
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Jack moved through the city streets as quiet as could be. He kept low to the ground, shuffling quickly between bombed out out vehicles and pieces of rubble. There was a cold wind moving through the streets of Detroit, one that in the old days the buildings would mostly beaten down. Not so now. Now, with a lot of it gone people like him were forced to deal with the full brunt of the weather. Wonderful.

There was a length of cord wrapped around his waist to lash his coat to his leg. It still stung from a nasty fall he'd taken on his way into Detroit, but without any way to treat it on his own all he could hope to do was tie it up tight with the coat and cut off the bleeding. With every gust of the cold air he winced. He needed to close it up. Meds were in short supply, and what little there was was always being competed over. So, he did his best to stay out of everyone's way and grab what he could. Jack had never killed a man. He wasn't about to start now. The world had enough animals now.

He reached under the bandanna over his face and scratched the stubble starting to grow out. Something felt...off. He couldn't place it for the life of him, just a vibe. His fingers twitched for just a second. It would be so easy to reach for his rifle. For a few shots. Scare off anything weak out there was stalking him. He resisted though, wasn't worth the ammo on an uncertainty. Not to mention the unsettling suspicion that it might send anything that wasn't after him racing down there to loot the survivors.

"Animals." He muttered, lowering himself down to his knees now that he'd had a better view. Just his imagination. Nothing to worry about.

Shawn watches the man go outside and turns to Slate "Better hope this works" Slate just looked at Shawn with a confused expression

Shawn cocks his hat to the side and raises his Xuanlong rifle up to his shoulder pointing at the man,"if you say that the bomb is rigged all around the building I'll shoot before you use the detenator also, if you blow up the shop, where else will you get food and water? Just hand me the detenator....and we can figure this out..."

"Shawn! stop prokoving the man, he looks crazy enough to kill us! Ok man, I got some weapons and alot of food and water, Ill give them to you, its alright! I got enough caps and supplies here for a lifetime!, just come in and don't blow up my shop!"

Shawn just shook his head"Make your choice now buddy, my finger is cramping up..."

(ooc: when will your character be joining up with me, or will he not?)

(Npc= The man suddenly bolted. Running to the side of the doorway and out of Shawns sight. When Shawn got outside and looked around he saw the man was still running, appraently ditching his plan for food and water. The man was fast, but was he faster than a bullet?

(OOC: My guy will meet up when we reach the Northern half of Detroit in the settlement where you are. Shouldn't be long now.)

(Kane=

Kane: I'll head north, see if I can find anything out there. You guys look whatever way you want, doesn't matter to me.

Kane drew his 10mm pistol out from it's holster, readying it incase of danger. He had only about 10 rounds for it. Kane started marching north, up a hill. When he reached the top he looked over the wastes, studying what he saw. Towards the far north he could just make out th form of a small shack. To the Northwest he saw a large building and to the Northeast a small metro tunnel.

I guess I'll go check out that shack, couldn't be anything to dangerous in there.

He started walking along an old street. It was cracked and moss was growing in the cracks. Everyone once in a while he'd see an old broken car. Kane heard some movement behind him. Suddenly a dog pounced on him, knocking him to the ground. His handgun went flying out of his hands and landed a couple of meters away. The dog snapped it's jaws ferociously, huge yellow fangs gnawing away at the air. Kane was holding the dogs head back with one arm pushing against its neck. He felt the dogs hot breath against his face. It was getting closer. He moved his other arm towards the dogs neck. Suddenly the dogs neck seemed to extend and it grabbed his arm, tearing away at the skin. Blood started to trickle out of its mouth and this seemed to put it into even more of a frenzy. It flailed around, paws scratching his body, pinning him down. It still had his arm in its mouth and was ripping away the skin and muscle. Kane knew if he couldn't get it off of him now he would die for sure. With a burst of adrenaline Kane shoved the dog off of him and onto the cold cement. Kane used the dogs sudden disorientation to his advantage. He quickly scrambled over to where his gun lay and grabbed it. Aiming directly at the dogs head he fired 3 shots.

Ralph was once again walking the streets of Detroit. "Searching" he supposed for supplies. But he paid no attention to his surroundings. His energy pistol was in its holster, if anything were to attack him, he most likely wouldn't make it. Mabye its better that way... he thought to himself as he casually walked along. Whats this all for? A gun? Some military super gun? Mabye its so hard to find for a reason, mabye nobody is supposed to find a weapon like that... Ralph still walked on, he supposed he should think about heading back soon. Thats when he saw the house, the house with a light on. He walked towards it. Survivors? Food? Anything? Feeling a little better since the death of Fingers, he went inside.

ooc: i hope its not too late too join. is a guass rifle too much to ask for, i love those things and i plan on using a somewhat dulled down version because I know theyre pretty vicous. if i can heres my guy

Name: James Denson
Age:19
Gender: Male
Race: Human Asian
Appearance: Fairly small black haired man. Brown eyes. Chairman Cheng style beard, but poorly kept. He finds the beard of the chinese leader funny to wear in a place wasted by china.
5'9" 120 pounds
Skills: Small Guns, Science, Repair
Other Skills: Outdoor survival skills i.e. navigation, finding food, dealling with critters, dodging raiders
Weapons: "Restored" Gauss Rilfle and 30 cal pistol
Equipment: A beaten jacket with a few peices of raider armor patched onto the chest and dirty pair of jeans. The jacket quite usefull since it has so many pockets along with his Backpack. He doesnt cary any chems and only enough food to keep him alive to catch more.
Motive: Neutral. Just looking for knowledge.
Origin/Bio: A small western town. Left in search for anything to help his people thrive. Eventually became a kind of citizen of the wasteland, a nomad. He still hunts for tech and knowledge, but returning home isn't really a priority now that he wants to explore the wastes. His Gauss rilfe was just the tech he needed and it helps scare off raiders when their "buddies" blow into peices. Ammo is scarce so he avoids conflicts and makes the most of his encounters in little time. Half his time is spent rifling through old buildings more 2mm EC rounds and microfusion cells, so the 30 cal pistol is his primary weapon.

"Big city like this has to have something to offer," James said to himself. He'd already scavenged a nearby university for memory disks and books, now he needed some restock on supplies and look for clues to his next score. James had benn moving down from the north where he had last found some ammo he could use and found himslef wandering into Detroit. He had his rilfe tucked under his shoulder and walked with unusally happy stride given he was in the middle a barren wasteland and could torn to peices at any minute. While he was unnaturally upbeat, he was still aware of the fact he could be ambushed easily in a large city so paid as much attention to signs of life as he did signs of treasure.

"I'd better find someone around here, quick."

Shawn and Slate watch the man run away with blank stares, Shawn lowered his rifle and sneezed

"God bless you" Slate said quickly "Thanks for saving my Inn....again"

"Anytime Slate. anytime." Shawn replied, Shawn then went upstairs and unlocked the door "Slate if anyone asks for a mercenary or hired guns, you know where to send them."

"Got it my man, Ill send one of the girls to bring up your meals for you" Slate yelled

Shawn walked inside turned on a light and shut the door

James strolled into through the city constantly hoping to make some contact. Some sudden sound behind him startled him and turned to find what made it. Since nothing seemed to be there, he became very cautious. As passed an alley way he turned his gun to catch anything that might be there. Still, nothing. Feeling content, he lowered his weapon and turned away. A mutant spider that had been hiding in the junk burst forth and attacked James. He was terribly afraid of spiders and just seeing the giant form sent him screaming in the opposite direction followed by the spider. Fear overcame conservation and fired 3 gauss rounds. 2 round struck the spider in its body and tore off two of its disgusting legs. Even this dead beast frightenend James and he didn't stop running like a paniced deer.

Finnally he found what looked like a store based on the sign "Joseph's Tools and Trinkets". The door almost broke his nose as stopped headlong in front of and hurried in side. He slammed the door and bent over panting.

(NPC= Joseph stared at the man who had just burst into his store panting. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Joseph: Can I help you young man? My you seem awfully scared, what happened?

(Kane= Kane got up and looked around to see if there were any more dogs waiting to jump out at him. His arm was killing him and blood started to drop down onto the cement. Seeing nothing Kane cautiosly turned around and started heading towards the shack in the distance. As he got closer he started to smell something horrible. It smelt like something was rotting around the house. Kane looked closer and saw that there were cats, pinned to the walls of the shack. Blood stained the wooden walls and the stench flowed along the air.

(OOC: Sorry for the short post I'm tired.)

Struggling to breath, James said,"F*****g spider...s***...thing...attacked me...Hate...spiders...ran for my life...Water...please." He slumped over on the floor and let his rifle slip to the ground. With several deep controlled breaths, he finally regained himself and began to pull out some caps for the water.

Ralph opened the door and peered cautiosly inside. It was quiet. Way to quiet. Ralph walked into the kitchen and looked for supplies. Inside the fridge was, well, everything a working household would have. Where the hell is whoever lives here? Ralph thought to himself as he continued his way through the house. Everything seemed perfectly normal. Ralph eventually started to make his way up the stairway and started hearing a sort of scratching sound. He pulled out his Energy pistol and cautiosly made his way through the building. "Hello? Anyone here?" He called out. The scratching suddenly stopped, and so did Ralph. Then after a few moments it startd up again. A little scared, but determined Ralph walked into the upstairs halway and thats where he saw the stain, a blood stain on the ground. This is bad, this is real bad he thought to himself and walked through the closest door to his right.
The first thing he noticed was the smell, it was horrible. The second, the body, if you could call it that. It was torn, mangled, destroyed. The head of the body was on the floor next to the bed where the rest of the body lay. Well half the head. Ralph tried to look away but he couldn't. The head was male, and full of terror. Ralph backed into the hallway and willed himself not to throw up all over the floor. He looked further down the hall and saw more stains. A trail of blood going into the room furthest down the hall. Ralph walked towards the door, gun aimed at it. The scratching was clearly coming from inside. Ralph opened the door slowly.
Inside he saw what he feared, a spider. It was clawing at a window, trying to get out. Apparently it got stuck in the room. Ralph looked away from the spider and saw where the trail ended. By the body of a female who was lying dead over a crib. Ralph played the scene in his mind. [i]Some how, no idea how, a spider makes its way into the house of this family. It kills daddy in bed, waking up mommy who goes running to save the baby. The spider follows, accidently knockng the door shut behind it, killing and doing who knows what to the two victims in the room.
Ralph made a gurgleing noise in his throat, the spider heard this and spun to see Ralph at the doorway. It charged. Ralph quickly backed up and slammed the door but the spider smashed at it, getting on of its legs through, desperatly clawing at Ralph. Ralph fired his Energy pistol wildly at the door, sending rounds through it and into the spider. He shot at it long after it died. Shot until his clip ran out. Then he threw up, leaned against the wall, and cried.

Kane jumped back at the sight of the cats. Cats were rare to find in the wasteland, and whatever did this was obviously human.

Who the [censored] could have done this?

Kane walked round to the doorway of the shack. It seemed abandoned but it was to dark inside to see. Kane cautiosly stepped inside. The stench was even worse in here. Someone horrible must have lived here. Kane heard a noise coming from the otherside of the room. It was a low gasping sound, like that of a dying man. Kane slowly made his way over to the sound. It was too dark to see much and Kane had to feel his way past the junk in the shack. Kane walked around a canoe and saw a small light on in the far corner of the shed. Lying there on the ground was a man. The rasping sounds seemed to be coming from him. Kane quickly walked over, pistol ready incase of a trap. Suddenly he heard a metalic snap and a sharp pain pierced his leg. Kane screamed in anguish and looked down to see what had attacked him. A bear trap had been set up on the floor. He had triggered it and his leg was caught in its iron claws. Kane looked up at the man in the corner. The man slowly got up and walked towards Kane. Kane saw the man drop a small box like thing and as it fell to the ground he could tell that the gasping sounds were coming from the box like thing.

A recorder... This sicko caught me with a [censored] recorder!

The man walked over to Kane and picked up a baseball bat lying on the ground. The man walked over and smiled. He raised the baseball bat over his head and smashed down on Kanes skull, knocking him out.

(Npc= Joseph: Of course you can have some water! I hope it's ok if it's a little dirty but it's the best we got around here. Hey, I don't suppose yo saw anyone else on your journey out there in the wastes. Specificly 3 men, look like they can handle themselves. They are coming back here soon but I suppose they must be dallying. If you go and fetch them for me I'll give you 5 bottles of water just like this. They headed Northeast.