He knows that, I know that, I've made my peace with it. But he blames himself." Not for the accident," I said, stilling the room, "that's not what wor...ies me. What worries me is just what you said—that I didn't listen when you said No. I don't like those kinds of people. They're careless. They think only of themselves. They don't care what happens to other people. I don't want to be that. And yet I was. And I can't let that happen again. Especially not with something like sex. So, yes, you're. By the time he was done and walking back, he could see a small line of dust heading his way, probably a jeep heading out to pick up the flag and envelope.He made it safely back to the mini-bus and began leafing through the papers.Included was a copy of Time magazine with lots of monster/Infected news stories, including a timeline and general information about the monsters and Infected humans. There were two pages of handwritten notes and instructions, ten pages of type-written orders, and. The guys scanning her from every angle and looked very decent but lacked experience (as per Rimi’s words). They insisted they would drop her in their car. One of them held her hand and another guy grabbed her by the waist and wanted her to tag along with them.Guy 1(holding hand): Please come with us didi. We will drop you off at your location, after having some fun together!Guy 2(holding waist): Ha, please didi come with us, we will help you.Rimi: Not tonight, my cab has arrived.Guy 2: Then. "Let me see the contract," his father requested without the usual gruffness. Travis slid the paper over and watched his father peruse the paragraphs. When he reached the paragraphs describing the various woods, the old man's eyebrows went up and he shot Travis a suspicious look. Then he reached the specification of prices and the minimums, and his father shook his head slightly with disbelief."Damn," was his only comment on the first read-through. His second read elicited an expanded response.