Ty turned to the side and spotted Roho, 'A survivor?' his mind was snapped back to the task at hand to see a tree coming head on, a surge of adrenaline coursed though his body as he manged to turn the sand rail sideways hitting the tree in that direction it left a pretty deep dent in the driver's side of the machine as he crawled out on the other side and leaned against the door panting as he looked down, his arm was broken, but not so bad the the bone was sticking out, but it still hurt like hell despite how much adrenaline in his system, he needed medical attention but no local area to go to in order to get help except...no...he couldn't the mutants in the house would rip him to shreds in a heartbeat but still...if they were hostile they would've killed him the instant he passed the house...the sand rail wasn't that quiet and they surely would've picked up on the rumble of the engine yards away...his mind was made up, it was a gamble asking for help from the furs but it would be stupid to try and limp to the next town which could be tens or hundred of miles away, he remembers the knife on him and pulls it out with his good arm, there was some resistance since the sheath had clung tightly to the blade and his chest, after he tugs it out, he lays it carefully in the sand rail, being completely unarmed now as he made his way toward the house, his mind trying to block out the stabbing pain in his broken arm "Hope I'm right...otherwise i'm retiring to an early grave..."