It was entirely possible for Dead End to simply not go, entirely possible and likely wise considering he believed the trip to be something deadly. However he had been invited and who knew what kind of disastrous things would befall him if he didn't.

Either way, if he went or didn't, he was doomed. Soon to be nothing more than a pile of rust A corpse.

This wasn't going to be fun at all.

So it was likely no surprise that when he arrived his wings were down and he looked as nervous as a bot in a room full of scraplets. Camping was just another word for death, wasn't it.