Chris was still kind of lost, but oh well, he would catch on eventually. The man stomped out his cigarette outside, and flipped his hood on top of his head to block out the slight breeze. Valentine had followed Roy outside, wanting to tag along if they needed any help. "I have a truck, four seats too, so there should be enough space. What do you need it for?" Chris was glad to help, he believed that allies would be the key to surviving. Sure, he could defend himself quite well, and was in great shape, but the walkers out numbered him. Chris was really hoping he could snag some supplies, he was running low on.... Well... Everything. 34 bullets was not enough ammunition for him to feel safe. He was also weary about all of these people he didn't know, was his supplies safe?

"My car's parked over there," Chris directed, as he pointed his finger at his truck. Valentine turned to Roy, "who's coming and what's the plan? If we use my truck I'm driving and if you find any gas I need it. I can help with the walkers, I'm a good shot, I used to be a police officer..." He remembered his days as a cop, the station wasn't too far away. He decided not to bring that up with the military around, they had enough weapons. He would tell Roy maybe, he seemed like he knew what he was doing.