[h1]Conner Davis[/h1]

	Conner sighed softly looked back at the walker on the ground for a moment before letting go of the strap on his bow and dropping his knife on the ground his feet shuffling forward just a bit before he spoke, [color=00aeef]"I'd rather we just stay away from each other for now."[/color]  One of his hands reached back rubbing at his neck softly seeming tired, god he looked like he hadn't slept in awhile.

	[color=00aeef]"Any idea where we are?  I haven't been too focused on road signs lately."[/color] his voice held a slight accent, [color=00aeef]"My van ran out of gas and I haven't really spoken to anyone since this shit went down."[/color] A New York accent maybe?  Conner was a bit nervous, sure he liked people but since this all he'd seen quite a few messed up things done by people themselves.  In The Big Apple parents would just abandon their kids, pretty fucked up if you asked him.