he started to un-load his supplies and lay them out neatly "i have medical supplies i stole from the hospital including a small amount of morphine..." he was hesitant to tell about that.... in these times... he might have just said he had something priceless.... to float away on that painless high would be heaven for most right now... but he had no intention on dulling his senses like that only to trade it for something he may need or to ease a extremely bad pain during a life or death emergency...

"i also have 12 cans of food, some iodine drops, and a full gallon of water and two water bottles. i have a map, two small blankets, a spare coat. several guns... a ton of ammunition stored away and about 10 rounds on me... 8 left after that fight. i have more things where i store my ammunition. i have it safely guarded from scavengers"

Tino nodded and opened up his bag. "I have 3 water bottles, 5 cans of food, rubbing alcohol, bandages, a blanket, and only a few rounds of ammunition left...." truth be told, Tino was running out of supplies....

in all honestly he was a little disappointed by that but it was better then nothing so he didnt say that. "ill give you more" he said simply "lets eat here for now... it seems pretty secure and then we can head back to where i usually stay, do you have a place?" he knew they wernt easy to find so he wouldnt be suprised if that was a no

Tino shook his head. "No, I am a wanderer..." he admitted. He never stayed anywhere for long; it was too dangerous....

"i used to be but i started finding it hard to carry so much stuff and couldn't bare to leave perfectly good supplies to be contaminated or taken by the soldiers. i occasionally move it to different areas because i cant stay in one place to long but... its actually nice to be semi grounded"

Tino nodded. "That makes sense... I just cannot risk being found by the soldiers and being ambushed, therefore I try to keep moving; picking up supplies as I go..."

"yea i was scavenging when those guys back there jumped me" he pulled out a can of Beefaroni, this shit never goes bad it was amazing

Tino opened up one of the cans of food he had with the manual can opener he carried with him, and handed it to Ivan as well.

he nodded smiling and stood up grabbing a old chair that was long broken and snapping off a peice of it. he sat back down and took out some flit before setting to work lighting it

Tino watched as Ivan started the fire and opened up Ivan's can of food as well.

he pulled out a small pot "did you want to keep them separate or just mix them together?" he asked

Tino shrugged. "We might as well mix them." he suggested. Food was food.

he dumped them all in the small pot and put it over the fire

Tino observed Ivan as he cooked. He was curious about this man... For starters, why was his weapon of choice a faucet pipe, of all things?

he stirred the pot slowly with a spoon he pulled out of his bag.... he usually just ate this stuff raw but whatever. "do you have a spoon or fork or something because i dont have any spares"

Tino pulled out a fork from his bag.

"good, itll be done soon" he continued to stir it slowly. " usually eat it cold but this is a special occasion, its not often i find another survior, especially one that can actually take care of them selves"

Tino nodded. He also didn't usually heat up his food.... Flint and things to burn were scarce, nevermind starting the actual fire and risking burning such hard-to-find, important food.

he took it off once it was done and pulled out a ceramic bowl that was around the same size as the pot and split the food equally. he gave one to tino "enjoy"

"Thank you." Tino smiled as he took the bowl and started to eat.

"no problem" he began to eat his own, it was much better hot but he liked it both ways

The food was so good hot. Tino was surprised he could yearn for the taste of such a meager meal.... It had been such a long time since he had eaten hot food.

he continued to eat in silence for a bit before asking "so where are you from?"

Tino finished off his meal. "I'm from Finland...." he replied quietly. "And where are you from?"

"Russia". He said "any family?" He was personally keeping an eye out for his two sisters