Neil nodded and spun on his heel, briskly walking in the opposite direction of the apparently-dead monster and the screaming car; if the others wanted to follow him, they could go right ahead. From the way he was talking, Mr. Rifle seemed a sure bet to come along, but Ms. Gun seemed a bit more stand-offish. Maybe.
Well, the company would be nice. Neil wouldn't have to sleep quite as lightly with others for a sleep guard, wouldn't have to worry as much about the odd tingling that seemed to creep up on his body, wouldn't have to constantly eat chips and granola bars just to survive. What was with the tingling and numbness, anyway? He paused briefly, not bothering to look for the others, and flexed and rotated and shook his right leg, then his arm; then, in case the others noticed, did it with his other two limbs and then readjusted his backpack.
Knowing his luck, he was in the company of two psychopaths.
"We should find someplace to stay when it rains," he said as he looked up at the sky, then cracked his neck.