Ellis kept his eyes both on their surroundings and the ground for anything he could salvage as a weapon. He was looking for rusted pipes or wooden planks, blunt force for easy defenses.

"Okay then...jus' be sure t' rest when we," he pointed to the abandoned building, "Get over there. Maybe there's supplies or meds." As cheerful as the young man portrayed himself, he was uncertain about his and his new companion's odds. If Kieran was sick, he wasn't going to last long, El thought.

Finding a couple of large rocks would have to do for now.