After his childhood best friend, came by the trailer to speak. Ker had took a shower, and managed to eat one of those cheap tv dinners, he always loved. He'd curse so many' times about the mashpotatos sucked. Go figure. Before he would, go on search for Hannibal he cleaned up floor balling up the old newspapers and clippings, that he had to see on his return. And tossing them in the trash bag, Ker knew everything that Rad said was right, but it also was not her fault, of not knowing he was there. 



Eyes scanning over the weapons, he had laid out on his desk. A shotgun, 9mm, the wrapped cord throwing knifes, and a silver boot knife. He picked up the brown leather gun holsert, bringint it around his shoulders and sliding his arms through the loops. Ker loaded the 9mm as hazel eyes, checked out the clips filled with silver-rounds ammo. He loaded the gun slapping the first rounds of the ammo in the gun; and tapping it with the palm of his hand clicking the safey button on. 'Safey First' 

Ker always carried a gun on him, even at camp. You never know when a big bad was going to show, up out of no where. A vampire, a ugly looking creature, witches, ghosts, which those he had no ammo for, he was no ghost buster he was a hunter. With word around camp there was a radio-active blond headed vampire that helped out, that was a shock to Ker; and like anyone in the tribe he didn't like it neither. For what reasons this vampire was hanging around; or helped out in the rescuse mission he had no concers over. Yet. 

He grabbed the black, worn out leather jacket sliding his arms through the sleeves as he headed for the door. Before he walked out, Ker made sure he had everything he needed, keys, cuban cigars, that he loved. Gun, clips, knifes, money, and wallet. Check check check...  

Picking up the black sunglasses, on the nightstand beside the door on his way out. And placed them on covering his eyes from the bright sun. Even though it would be dark soon it still hurt his eyes, Ker walked from his trailer and down the pathway. Many were giving him a smile and childeren were giggling as he walked by them, happy to see a fellow tarakian home.


He wanted to talk to Hannibal, he knew they both were like childeren. Ker and Hannibal never, did really agree on terms in the past. And some in the future, this was where he wanted to talk to the man tarakian or not Rad was right. They were all family, and after he thanked the man for not leaving him behind. The childish arugements and comments, and sarcastic remarks about each other, could countinue. If they wished. He knocked on Hannibal's trailer door.  


"Hannibal its Ker."