The man uncrossed his arms and turned around toward her.

"Alright." He simply said.

He stepped past her and back over to his recliner and slowly sat back down.
He then reached up and pulled the rain slicker hood from his head, revealing short-cut black hair.
He then reached behind his head and un-strapped the black gas mask and finally pulled it from his face, revealing his appearance.

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He dropped the mask down to his right, next to his shotgun on the floor.

He spoke, his voice, though still a lower pitch, was no longer muffled and gruff sounding, but clear and broad.

"My name is John Marlowe, before the outbreak, I was a car mechanic and a weekend handy-man. I'm from Harrison, Sioux County. I am thirty years old, I'm unmarried and single, no kids, and my parents both died during the outbreak.
Since the downfall of civilization, I have done many things to survive, many things which I'm not proud of, and will not discuss with you or anyone else."

He paused for a minute, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.

"I have more or less been on my own since midway through June. Your the first person in months I have not had to kill, as grueling as that sounds."

He stopped once more, looking her straight in the eyes and once more letting his words sink into her mind, before finally asking,"What about you? Do you truly remember [b]absolutely nothing[/b] about yourself or why you are here or what happened?"