Cleve laughed at Dan's comment as he stepped out of the car, but he quickly stopped. He still had friends aboard that ship, and he was worried about their fate. "In any case," Cleve said, "I hope that they're alright."
Cleve shut the door behind him and walked to the center of camp. He had never been a boy scout or anything, and he never had any experience camping. If he hadn't come upon these four guys, he'd be dead by now. Also, unlike Dan, Frank, and James, he didn't arrive in a car or a plane. He had nothing on him but his gun, some coins, and the clothes on his back. He knew that he had to follow the other guys if he wanted to survive.
"So," Cleve said, "What should we do now."