"No thank you." Colin said plainly.
The crowd's grins dropped.
"Look, I get the cause, stop the bimbos, all well and good." Colin said.
"But..."
"But what, my boy?" Donavan asked.
"I'm looking for some people, and I'd like to find them on my own." Colin explained.
The audience, with pleading looks, gazed towards him.
"So are we, Colin." Donavan said, "We all have loved ones, but wouldn't it be wiser to head out with a group than on your own?"
"Listen.... Donavan... I don't know anybody here. I just learned that you guys even existed!"
The crowd looked on with dismay.
"I can handle myself out there." Colin said as he grabbed a pack of supplies.
The crowd looked on as the chunky guy opened up the exit and walked away.
"He could've been good for the cause..." one Survivalist said.
"We can't let him leave!" another yelled.
"Donavan, he has some of our supplies on him, we just can't let-"
Donavan's hand went up.
"He won't." the Survivalist leader said as he pushed a button on a rectangular remote.
The pack on Colin's back beeped loudly before blowing him to bloody chunks via the mines stored in the pack.
"Those supplies were for establishing bases, not helping those who forgo aiding the cause." Donavan glumly said.
"Everyone, get ready for a supply run, we're raiding the station he mentioned."
The others agreed and geared up.
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Game Over: Distrusts strangers. Takes a backpack from them without looking inside it first.