The last three days across the desert were not the best few days of Jason’s life, He had already gotten sunburn and sand in every crevice of his body. So far all anyone seemed to do was walk in a single direction and this annoyed him greatly, if he were in the vault he would be doing something useful, there was always something that needed to be fixed.
Whitman had generally kept himself to himself only occasionally talking to either Roll or Charlie, he did however find time to optimise all his equipment in case they would ever be needed.
When the beast attack Jason stayed well out of the way but did take out his Dart gun just in case the fighters couldn’t handle it, He only approached the creature after it fell to the floor. “Soooo, I’m no expert but I don’t think things like this existed a thousand years ago.”