"We're not those things. We don't kill people just because we want what they have," Tyler protested, leaning forward and switching his glare between Holly and Blaine. "If we run into people, we should negotiate." He finished, leaning back into the seat.
Blaine sat quietly for a moment, putting a cigarette out, before answering. "Okay, if we find anyone peaceful, we'll negotiate. Otherwise, we treat them like the dead." He said, yawning. Looking out the window, he could see the sun had already set.
"Well, I don't know about you people but I'm tired as hell. I'm going to bed," Blaine said, hopping up and taking his bat. He disappeared up the stairs into the master bedroom, throwing his jacket and boots on the floor before flopping on the bed with a loud groan.
Tyler yawned and stretched his arms, groaning after a moment. "He's right, man. I'm beat like a dead horse." He said looking to Kai, Victor and Alan.