Mr. Grimm chuckled when the girl on top of the cars actually named him something potentially dangerous. While he wouldn't think it twice to betray and kill them, they were females and thus had every right to be kept alive. In fact, the people he had killed and left to starve were all men, people he really didn't care at all. He slowly accelerated once more and drove to the front of the cars until he was almost in front of them and below the woman, then he got off the bike with his sickle in his hand, his machete still sheathed on his back. "Greetings there...you are there...you are surely the first female survivor I've seen in...maybe...one month...I won't lie...one or two months..." Mr. Grimm's voice was rusty and obviously tired after two days without food or water, mostly since his supplies were gone. "Just a lonesome person...waiting for this dust to either consume me or to die from starving...." His blue eyes looked at her through the skull, there was obviously a growing beard and moustache growing on his face as he hadn't shaved in days now. "But I guess you won't possibly waste one of your precious bullets on a living creature...one that is only wanting water or food...or even shelter..."