"Well.... I mean... Agh, what the hell." Ginger said, mostly to himself. "I mean nothing was that horrifying, at least not compared to other people." Ginger laughed, "I mean, I had just been admitted to prison when the outbreak really hit. I was able to escape safely, get some weapons and some snacks. I just walked around for a while before stumbling into another group. That's where I met Jack." Ginger had a nervous smile on his face, fidgeting with his hands. He didn't want Donna to dislike him, but she did have good reason to with the sort of person Ginger was.