"I'd be a lot better if I had some bourbon, that's for damn sure." Dante said to the man who had almost scared the living shit out of him. "But yeah, I'm fine. Who're you, and do you have a spare flashlight?"

David managed a smile, replying
My name's David Johansen. I used to live somewhere back that way
pointing vaguely to his right
I'm sure that one of the others as another light, just follow me back to the car...oh, what's your name?

Kia suddenly turned, thinking of something, "What if my parents are trapped under the wreckage of the house?" She asked frantically, <This has to be a dream... how could something like this happen?>

"I can help you look for them, but I wouldn't give in to false hope. We're extremely lucky to still be standing."

Kia stopped for a second and looked at the man, "You'll go back to my house with me?" She paused for a moment, "Do you think there are any other survivors? ...There have to be!" She said, trying to be optimistic.

OOC: Wait, were are Kia and Jad's guy? I thought they were still at her house...

"Car sounds good. I've got a gascan along with other shit back at my place if they want to go there. I'm Dante Harding, by the way.

"...so...walk to the car?"

Good plan.
He responds, and starts off back from where he came, motioning for Dante to walk next to him.
So, what did you used to do?

"Mechanic. But I'd also buy gunkits and RC boats and the like so I could put 'em together. So you know, putting things together, taking 'em apart, that kind of thing."

"This the place?" Scott asked.