Arvo softly moved, grabbing his gun nervously and hesitantly. He didn't want to hold it, it made him quite uncomfortable. He never liked this concept. He hated this apocalypse.

He slowly sighed and turned, eyeing his group and yelling in Russian at them when they spoke to him. He nodded at what they said to him. He sighed and then turned back to what he was doing, reloading his gun slowly.

He then propped up his glasses softly, looking up and away from the gun for a moment.