Andrew left the barn and hurried to the camper, they needed some sort of distraction from the events of this morning. He grabbed a large bag of chips, BBQ flavoured, not his favourite but at this point beggars couldn't be choosers. He also grabbed a small box, containing a deck of Uno cards. Sure, the game was kind of lame, but it was better than nothing. Perhaps, with their group growing larger, they should add to their collection of games. Surely they'd encounter some at the next supply run. Distractions in hand he went back to the barn, watching at Alan and Daryl talked to each other off to the side. "Got something for us to do..."

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Alan only grunted in reply to Daryl, not in the mood for a conversation. He didn't know what came over him, but he didn't like it. What was happening to him? He frowned and stood up, pushing pass Andrew who stood in the entry of the barn. He needed a good distraction, fixing the truck should prove to be one. Unfortunately that meant seeing the still burning pile of wood and flesh, as well as the blood that splattered onto the side of the barn. He didn't want to stay here anymore, didn't want to look at a reminder of his loss of control.

Daryl must have found the coolant, since he spied a bottle of it on the ground near where he had been attacked. He plucked the bottle up, ignoring the splattered blood that covered it, and made his way back to the truck. This should be enough to get it going, and then he would insist him and Andrew leave. The crowbar propped against the outside of the camper gave him pause, he hadn't done anything wrong, he had saved Daryl even, but that thing had once been a person, probably had a family...

He couldn't think about that now, instead he threw open the hood of the truck and unscrewed the cap before filling it with coolant. With that done he climbed behind the wheel, turning the key and was happy when it started up without issue. He let it run for a moment, hoping that was the only issue.

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"Sorry about him. He's... well, he'll be fine, I reckon but he must need some alone time. Care for a game?" He asked Violet and Daryl, holding up the box of Uno cards. He would check on Alan in a little bit, but he was a grown man and could handle himself. By the time he had sat down, opened the bag of chips, and dealt the cards, he could hear the sound of the truck starting. Ah, so Alan was just trying to keep busy. Couldn't blame him for that.