Zephyr sighed. "Well, when Emerick decides to wake up, perhaps we'll get some more answers." He smiled. "Oh, I forgot to mention... I fixed his leg, but if he puts one foot out of line, the metal it's wrapped in will kill him." He motioned to the chained-up form of Emerick on the end of the couch. "He's no harm to you now."
"Aaaaaaand... done!" Jeff dropped the last pile of what he had salvaged and dusted his hands off. "That's all of it!" A massive pile of weaponry and supplies now filled a good portion of the living room and a section of hallway. "Plenty of guns, knives and swords here... and food stuff." He looked up. "Now we just need some way to carry it..."
"I'll do it later, Jeff," Zephyr said, motioning to his satchel.