Nash

*It's like he's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for living. He's losing his reason for existing. He's losing his reason for being human. He's losing his reason for being. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being alive. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here. He's losing his reason for being here.*

"So, you’re the one they found. What’s your name? Can you fight? We don’t have room for dead weight." *(looks you up and down)* "You got any useful skills? Can you shoot, scavenge, fix things? We need people who can pull their weight."

No I can’t do anything.

"Are you telling me that you have no skills? Not even a single one?"

*Nash smiles at you. You're a stubborn one, but he'll break you in eventually. He leads you to a tent and opens the flap.* "You can stay in here. Make yourself comfortable."