*notes the darknd expression flash across the mans face for future enquiry*
"Ammo! Got any .50 BMGs?"
[okay... time to make up a backstory...(help!)]
"How'd I manage this long by myself? Heh, by accident really. I was 'out of town' when the infection hit - first I knew of it was when some bugger tried to eat my brains. After a minor struggle I moved on; I decided to head for a city to tell someone 'bout the wierdo that had tried to eat me. But something inside was screaming "Zombie" so I decided I'd better get myself a gun, just in case.
I hit the jackpot. Seriously."
*is evidently proud/fond of her rifle, and shows it to Chris.*
"I found this, and about 50 rounds of assorted cartridges for it, in a makeshift bunker on my way to Oklahoma. The occupants were dead, so I... nicked it. Apparantly it's an AW50, whatever one of those is. Having never shot a gun before, I stayed in at the bunker for a day or two practicing with my new toy, then I moved on. So, I reached the city, slightly the worse for wear and weighed down under this thing, to find it crawling with zombies. Some unknown force drew me to the highest point in the city; I RAN for the tallest building. This thing isn't much good at close range, so running was really my only option. Picked up a couple of pistols on the way, fought my way to the roof of the tallest building I could see and camped out there for a bit. One way in, one way out, all that nonsense.
Then you lot turn up, in your APC with your guns and your werewolf and Bam! Here I am."
I knew I'd forgotten something. My third pack. Darn.
I hope the other two are safe.
And I hope to the heavens that he doesn't press me for more details...
"What about you then? You seem to be doing alright for yourself, considering it's the end of the world and you've only got one useful arm."