[Klayko]

Kylar wanted to rest. With a bathroom in the room, it was tempting to want to do it. But, if memory served him with the way Ryder carried the bloody baseball bat, they weren’t exactly safe, even with a few security measures in place. Why not extend an olive branch a little further and help out? He could worry about a shower and some other luxuries when this nightmare was over.

“So,” he announced. “Outside of offering free stay and surviving a night of the apocalypse, what does a guy like yourself do for a living?”

Kylar still wore his black attire for the time being, having his gun to his holster.

“You seem to handle it all, rather, alone. Do you want some help, the occasional switchout or even something to pass time with? They usually make things go by a little quicker.”