Micah 
	He sat down, chuckling softly, gesturing for him to do so as well by patting the ground next to him. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes, he offered one to him, setting the open pack on the ground, he lit one up for himself and began t puff on it. After a few moments, he blew out a lungful of smoke and replied.
[color=9e0b0f]"I'm older than I am."[/color]
	He said soberly, looking at the ground between his legs and shuffling the dirt around with his feet. His thoughts shifted to some of the fucked up shit he'd seen in his travels, men women and children hanging from lampposts, thousands of the undead simply wandering around, and the bodies of his friends, with their blood on his hands.