06-07-2007, 01:11 PM
Alex did as he was told, holstering his Citori and machete, holding his hands in plain view. "I mean you no harm... We have supplies. Water, food and ammunition. We stand a better chance surviving in a group rather than split up as we are. What do you say?" His sister lowered her crossbow, but kept it firmly clamped in her paws.
