After reaching the top of the ladder, Jeff spent a good moment just breathing and regaining himself after the hasty clamber up the tower, before accepting the hand of the man. "You brought one hell of a crowd..." He uttered as he pulled Jeff up. Immediately, Jeff sat down on the platform, before being bombarded with questions by the stranger. "So! Ya got a name? Where you from? You found them guns in the store? Are there any other people with ya? I-" He paused, probably for Jeff's sake. Despite his exhaustion, Jeff chuckled somewhat before the man started again.

"The name's Gerald Grayson... Sorry for bugging ya its been.. Awhile since I've seen someone who wasn't a crazy. I can't wait to tell the guys at the church!"

"I'm... phew..."Jeff tried to begin to speak, but he was forced to pause to take a breath. "Jeff Ryan, from around here." He took the opportunity to shake Gerald's hand before answering his questions. "I'm alone and I didn't find much in the store save for a few twenty-two rounds, a thirty-eight special snub-nose, some gauze..." He said this as he wrapped said gauze on his hands, in a way that evoked boxing tape, to cover up a few blisters he had gotten from his brisk way of climbing the ladder. Admittedly, getting blisters from simply climbing a ladder, but, also admittedly, wrist wraps look badass. [i]Good enough excuse, if you ask me.[/i] "Oh, and, ha, found some Kit-Kats. Not sharing those, ha."

He stood up before answering the final question. "I'm alone. Mom got mangled by the math teacher this morning and my dad and sister have been away for a long time. I was actually heading to Mount Tanner to try to find them; apparently they went camping there." Jeff bent over to retrieve his rifle and brushed the dust off the wood body. "I guess I'll be up here for a while, seeing the 'crowd' down below. Or..." He checked his rifle and extra magazines and looked over at the horde below before finishing. "I could try shooting them. If I shoot well, I'll have more than enough ammo to take all those bastards and with this box of subsonic's I picked up in the store, the firing should be quiet enough from up here that I won't attract more. You game?" A grin took over Jeff's face as he moved over to the railing, not waiting for an answer, and propped his rifle on it to help with aiming.