Can't just leave her...

Garrett grumbles to himself "Ugh...dammit" he kicks a small stone across the street "I can't just leave her here, especially since I shot that gun, who knows what might have heard it."

Garrett walks back toward the jeep and opens the door. He finally has time to actually look over the still **** body. "Looks to be quite slim, maybe only 5 foot 3 or 4 inches." Garrett tilts his head "Red hair, most likely just past her shoulders but currently tied back in a pony tail. About a B sized chest." he slowly nods his head. His eyes glance down her legs, noticing how tone they are. He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts "Whelp, let's see how this works..."

Garrett undoes Hannah's seat belt and begins to pull her limp body out of the vehicle only for him to stumble a bit, her body falling ontop of his and they both collapse to the ground "Shit!" Garrett yelps.

Garrett does his best to stand the two of them back up, pulling Hannah's arm over his shoulders. "God damn...ribs still..." Garrett moans "Ughhhhh" he heaves. "It's surprising how heavy this woman can feel when her body is completely dead weight at the moment..." Garrett curses to himself.

It was slow moving, one foot in front of the other...Garrett slowly moved Hannah further away from the jeep. He moves up to a bench on the side of the street, most likely used for a place for the bus to stop to pick up riders. He places Hannah on the bench. "This is useless..." Garrett thinks "I can't get far with her, I'm too sore..." his brain is trying to think of the best situation.

Garrett just decides to find a close by building and just huddle up there for the night. Sure, they are only about 200 yards or so away from the destroyed Jeep but it's too much energy and his body is too broken at the moment to do much more. His head on a swivel searching for a place to rest...