Lee stared up at the beast of a man before him, thankful that he had lowered his weapon. He accepted the t shirt, fearing he would be pummeled otherwise. [B]"Thanks, man."[/b] He said, as he tried futily to wipe off his chest so to not ruin Marcus' shirt. He put it on over his sticky, bloody body to find it was a bit too big. He walked over and retrieved his soaked t shirt by Marcus' orders and stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans so that it hung out.

[B]"So where are you two headed?"[/b] He asked, trying to break the ice. Marcus seemed like a cool dude, although it seemed a bad idea to irritate him, as he could probably squash Lee like a bug with one arm tied behind his back. David, on the other hand, wasn't big or scary, but he just didn't seem to like Lee. Looking at the two, who were both armed and carried bags full of survival gear, he realized how pitiful he must have looked. Standing there with someone else's baggy t shirt on, unarmed, and covered in guts, he must have looked no more intimidating than a lost puppy. Worried they might leave him behind, he added [b]"I have a bunch of supplies, but it's all on the third floor,"[/b] nodding his head toward the apartment building. [B]"Floors one and two are crawling with creeps, but maybe we can figure out a way to lure them out here and then sneak in and retrieve some of my gear. I can rig up a noisemaker, maybe use some squirrels or something for bait."[/b] Lee offered. He hoped they would go along with his idea so that he could pull his own weight should the three of them stay together.