Lee chuckled, trying not to seem afraid. "Oh I wish it was that. Had a bit of a run in with those fellas over there," he said, pointing at the heap of creep carcass. He began peeling off his soaked shirt. "See I've been staying in this here apartment building for god knows how long, until my dumbass forgot to reset my trap. A few of 'em came in my room, and I barely escaped. Turns out the whole place is overrun." He held his shirt over his head and turned in circles, revealing his torso. His skin was red with blood and had globs of creep guts here and there along with some scrapes from the road, but no bites. He also pretty much revealed that he was weaponless and defenseless. At first this scared him, but then he relaxed, realizing these two men would have no reason to kill him if he had nothing to take.

Realizing the futility of attempting to put his rag of a shirt back on, he tossed it to the side. He offered a hand out to the two men, hoping one of them would shake it. "The name is Lee."