[u][b]Jason Crowley[/b][/u]
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Jason looks up from his little behind-a-dumpster spot. [b]"No, no. I just got here."[/b] He looks up at her face for a minute. This is the first live person he's made contact with since this began. She seems like she might be a bit out of it, smiling down at him during the end of the world. He holds up his similar, bloody fire-axe. [b]"Nice choice, anyway."[/b] He stands up to be on her level. [b]"And uh, no, I haven't been down here since this started. I've been barricaded into an apartment building. I'm off to search for supplies."[/b]

Jason looks quickly out into the streets at the shuffling biters. He then takes a look back at the girl with the axe. [b]"Yeah. I can get you to the bank. But I expect something in return. Give-a-little Get-a-little doesn't seem too crazy in this world now, does it?"[/b] He asks her. He still wasn't fully trusting her, and knew she wasn't fully trusting him either. He knew that if she swings at him, he could back up, and go for his shotgun in his backpack's side pouch, pretty quickly. But he didn't think he would need to. Jason won't need to feel 100% on guard, until he gets her where she needs to be. Then he should watch his back.