[h1][centre][color=aba000]James Harris[/color][/centre][/h1]

James was gathering parts as Lyla threw him the soda can. He stopped and opened it as he started drinking from it and listening to what she was saying. It was good, a welcome break from all the water he's been drinking. Then he thought about what Lyla said. [color=aba000]"Yeah, you're probably right. Humans are just as dangerous as the walkers themselves right now. There's no telling what they're capable of to stay alive. We better be careful if we ever encounter any. So far you're the first alive person I've seen ever since this whole mess started."[/color] He said as he watched her go wash herself of the blood she had on her face and hair from the walker she just killed.

[color=aba000]"I know us working here is gonna make noise. But we can always close down the sliding door. That's gonna help suppress the sound. Or we can abandon the car if you're too afraid to take the risk. Honestly I thought of using this tow truck to bring it here. Most of the walkers in this part of town seem to be dead anyway."[/color] Said James as he continued drinking from the soda can. Then all of a sudden he noticed three gas canisters sitting in a corner of the shop. After going to check them out he saw that they were still full.

[color=aba000]"Well isn't this convenient! We should take these with us."[/color] He said as he took the canisters and put them up front, near the exit. As he went back to Lyla, James sat on a chair and finished his soda. [color=aba000]"You said you have a black belt. I know quite a little bit of fighting myself. When I was in..."[/color] Said James as he suddenly stopped, his face becoming serious and his view turning to the floor. [color=aba000]"There's something you should know about me. Something I didn't told you but I think you deserve to know, before we go any further."[/color] He said stopping for a few seconds.

[color=aba000]"I'm an...I'm an ex-convict. Seven years ago I was arrested and convicted for assault and battery after I attacked and beaten my mother's ex-husband. The guy stood a couple of weeks in the hospital trying to recover. I spent two years in prison because of that. But I had to do something. Even after divorce the bastard wouldn't leave her alone. My mother was too scared of him to do anything so I took matters into my own hands. But instead of going to the cops I went to his apartment and beat the living crap out of him."[/color] Said James as he rised up from the chair and started walking around as he was storytelling. 

[color=aba000]"While I was locked up they gave me this cellmate, some MMA instructor that was convicted for murder after he killed a guy that raped his wife. The rapist got away with it due to the lack of evidence so this instructor I just spoke about, followed him home one night and then tortured and killed him out of revenge. He got 25 years for that. Anyway we became friends and since we were cellmates he also taught me some MMA moves so I could protect myself just in case. That got me through those two years of prison quite well. After I got out I had to deal with the hate of society, who often pointed fingers at me like I was some kind of monster. I couldn't even get a fucking job, everybody kept showing me the door. And to make matters worse my mother died of liver cancer three months after I got out. The doctors told her that the disease was diagnosed too late so it couldn't be treated, so she killed herself. She left behind a note in which she said that she dosen't want to go through all the pain and suffering that having this disease implied."[/color] Said James as he suddenly stopped and sat on the chair again with his arms crossed. 

[color=aba000]"I don't even know why I'm telling you all this, I mean we barely just met. I guess it's better to talk with a stranger then with someone you know. Anyway, after my mother's death I decided I need a change of space, so I moved in with my uncle in Minneapolis, he hired me to work at his car shop as a mechanic. It was a small business, just me and him, but very successfull. I kept visiting my cellmate in prison, even after I moved to Minneapolis. We developed quite a bond. Honestly i'm curious to know what happened to him. Is he still alive or is he one of these walkers too? At any rate...I wouldn't blame you if you woudn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I had plenty of that so i'm used with it."[/color] Said James with a sick smile on his face that really wasn't his, as he went to the tow truck and started checking it out to see if it's still working.