At the phrase "blunt objects" Martin's eyes lit up. Blunt objects he could do. He usually stuck with knives, but there were days where he just wanted to hit something. The backyard was practically littered with things that he had built out of scrap materials he'd found in the trash solely for the purpose of hitting them with a nine-iron. He went around the house and collected a nice variety: an aluminum bat, set of bent golf clubs, a curtain rod, and a frying pan. He piled them into the back of their stolen car, feeling like a contributing member of society; proud and more than ready to take care of business. He nodded in approval of Jason's guns. "Nice," he commented.

Adja froze up at the doorstep. This house had protected her for so long that she had thought that she might never leave and saw nothing wrong with that. It was her shelter from the world where she could create her own; one that made sense, one that didn't persecute her for the 'nonsense' that she spoke. But now she was about to walk out into a world that had called her a lunatic for the things that were now coming out as truth, and she still hesitated. She'd wanted people to understand, not to suffer. And with the air smelling of acid and the sky beginning to boil red, somehow she felt that this might be her fault; that she had wished it upon them without thinking.

That was enough to get her motivated. Even if it wasn't her fault, she felt that should make things right in case it was. As bad as she felt, though, she couldn't help but feel a vindictive smile curl on her lips as she thought about the skeptics. Oh, they must be really paying for it now. She stepped out into the now-dead weed garden that was once their front yard, keeping her satchel close by as if it were the last thing tying her to sanity.

"There's... uh... I think its a gas station up the road like a mile or so," Martin said as they all got to the car. "Never thought of them havin' Innernet, but I usually just stop in there for cigarettes."