This guy was clearly unimpressed with Julian’s antics. However the fact that followed the car, even if only for a few steps, meant that he was at least entertaining the idea. Looking up at the sky he saw that the night was approaching fast and he was beginning to wonder why he was still waiting around for. He couldn’t quite figure out why, but these fuckers loved the dark. They weren’t smart enough to understand camouflage, so it must have been instinct. Or at least that’s what he figured. Julian turned his attention back to the man who was now deep in thought. It only took him a moment to notice the zombie stumbling its way past the last few rows of trees lining the road. Shame the thinker in front of him didn’t. This was the perfect opportunity for Julian to see if this guy really was worth keeping around.

"Why are you wasting the gas in your car fooling around, who knows the next time you will be able to find any?" The man questioned him, sounding like a disappointed father lecturing a rebellious teen. Julian just smirked as the zombie finally rounded up on him. In the car, he was safe. This guy was only safe if he was strong enough. He crinkled his nose at the stench that came from it head when the machete cracked it open. Should be used to it by now, Julian chastised himself. He continued to watch as the man followed through with his ritual. Lot of people had them these days, Julian was no different. For the past month Julian had fallen into a ritual of finding group, having the group die then finding a new one. Rinse and repeat. It was what was keeping him alive. To him, that’s all that mattered. After the little display the guy sat on the hood of the car across from Julians own. Something about this felt odd, a bit too casual. 

“It’s not my car.” Julian finally answered. “I’m just trying to stay alive. I did fine before the car, I’ll do fine after it.” He tapped his fingers anxiously, eyes flittering to the sun ever closer to setting. “It’s a lot easier to survive in groups,” He paused for a breath, “Look man, I’ve got some food, a gun and a few blankets for when the cold sets in. You’re obviously on a mission, and if staying alive means helping you with it than I don’t mind. Just get in already.” It was a bit long winded, and sounded more beggy than Julian had liked but with each minute they wasted they were both getting closer to becoming zombie chow.

[@Red_massa]