Regan looked about for a bit before nodding quietly... she saw the man who seemed to be in charge... he was bulky, and looked fairly tall. Regan, however, there was nothing to her. She was still skin and bone, and she wasn't exactly the kind to demand your attention. One of three things would happen here... she might be killed, or maybe they would be held hostage, or they might just be allowed to stay. Both she and Tyler were in their teens, and fairly young... if they had any kind of mercy they'd take them in, which she hoped was the case. She would be less of a threat than Tyler, so she took it that she was probably better to go in front, despite how scared she was. She sighed before forcing herself to her feet, her dog heeling at her side. She walked in carefully, though was careful to sneak up on anybody and get herself killed. She was soon noticed, though, and before she could say a word they were being lunged at. She shouted trying to say they didn't want to hurt anybody, and soon enough their Leader dragged the two of them into his little... den... like... thing. She tried to talk, but she couldn't get a word in before they were being screamed at.

Tyler followed Regan silently... then they got grabbed and dragged into a small tent. He quickly got angry, and decided that was enough. Tyler balled his hand into a fist and punched the older guy square in the jaw. When the man let go of Regan, he grabbed her and pushed her behind him. Then Tyler looked at the man. "Now listen here mongrel, if you don't want to get punched again DONT TOUCH HER." Tyler snarled, casting a glare at the older man. "If you want to talk we can talk... but we will be free to go I feel we want, you may not touch either of us, and there will Ben no yelling or screaming involved." Tyler growled. He was angry now... and also he had known this probably wouldn't work. For Regan's sake, though, he didn't fly a tree the guy and start knocking teeth out. He hadn't punched him very hard... hopefully they would still let us stay ... even though it wasn't likely.

Regan let herself get dragged around for a bit, knowing full well that she wasn't strong enough to fight back just yet. Though, she was a little bit taken off guard when the boy started shouting. She tried to quieten him, tell him that shouting wouldn't help anything, though the older man just stared at him. "Alright then, lets talk," his voice was deep and gruff... it perfectly matched his black and greying hair, along with cold blue eyes of his. "What do the two of you want here?" Regan glanced to Tyler after a moment then back to the older man with a small sigh. "I - We were looking for somewhere to stay... with people... we're both injured and we can't really be caring for ourselves," she explained after a few moments. The older man just grunted and then looked back to Tyler. "And you? Same reason as her or is there something else too?"

Tyler clenched his jaw but stayed silent... with effort. He glared into the man's icy cold blue eyes with black eyes as hard as steel. "The same reason..." it took all of his well being to not snap at the man he wasn't that injured. He was trembling with rage, and felt insulted. Though Tyler stayed quiet and still, trusting Regan to say the right words.

The man looked between the two young people before rubbing his forehead. "We have two spare sheds. You'll have to share with somebody else, but as long as you contribute you're welcome to stay. If you're caught stealing, cheating or plotting, you will be killed, yes?" He looked to Regan, who seemed to be the one talking. "Yes," she assured him after a little while. The man called a young girl over to show the two about... well, she looked about their age, and was wearing a sky blue top.

Tyler mumbled something under his breath that only Regan could hear if she listened closely enough.. though it wasn't directed at her. "Or maybe I'll kill you if you even think of touching Regan..." He looked at Regan, then followed the girl with the Sky blue tank top.

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"This way." The girl said slowly. Her voice was light and sweet, her eyes had a glitter to them. The tank top hugged her body closely, showing off her slim form. She walked over to some shacks. "These are the two shacks. Two people live in them right now. You can split it up how you like. The two people are me and Mitch Redfield. My name is Lily Shrautz. There will have to be two people living in either cabin, just figure it out by tonight and I will rearrange my stuff." She flashed Tyler a smile before walking away.

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Tyler followed the girl. If he was a dragon... Smoke would be curling out of his ears and nostrils. When she started speaking he found her voice... annoying. As she smiled at him and walked away he clenched his jaw, frowning, then looked at Regan. "I may have to excuse myself from this camp for a moment and take a walk..." he said slowly, low enough only Regan's could hear

Regan jabbed his side at his comment, glaring at him a little bit. She didn't want to cause trouble here... she wanted to keep the both of them safe, she really did. She didn't want to end up dead, she just wanted to be alright... she was still insanely thin, and she wasn't healing as well as she should be... maybe getting some good meals here would help her out a little bit. She followed the other girl happily, though... she nodded when she said they'd have to share with someone else, and Regan quickly decided that she'd rather stay with this Lily girl than some strange guy. She dumped her bags before looking to Tyler. "Do you want me to come with you?" She asked quietly. She was more than glad to have found more people... but to be honest, she didn't trust them all too much, so didn't want to be left alone.

Tyler glanced at her. "If you want to come with me you can... but you might not like ,y way of taking out anger." He snorted. "You will probably say it's idiotic and I need to find a better way. Anyway, you are still welcome to come if you wish." He shook his head slightly, glancing around warily before striding off into the trees. He almost was deciding not to vent his anger... yet.

Regan nodded quietly. "I don't want to be alone with these people yet," she murmured before quickly following him along. "I can be idiotic with you if anything," she mused lightly. She was starving by then... but she was told they'd be shouted when the food was ready, which she was certainly excited for.

Tyler took a deep breath. He didn't exactly want to vent his anger... but he would end up punching something living if he didn't. He walked about half a mile before stopping and facing a tree, balling up his fists and sending a punch at the tree. His fist hit the tree with enough force to make the bark crack and splinter off. Every time Tyler was done doing his his hands were raw and bleeding... but he didn't get that angry very often. He tried leaning his back against the tree and just breathing... but that wasn't successful. "See... my way of venting my anger isn't the smartest.." he muttered, feeling more rage well up inside of him. He kept remembering the scene, then slamming his fist into the tree again till, miraculously... he felt much calmer.