Robert Jones

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x Zombie Kill Count: 01
x Equitment: Hand gun,tamp bar
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Robert said nothing to the comment about could of been left for dead. This man acted tough but he seemed just as petty as other people, sure it was about a bigger thing than normal but holding on to it was already starting to get under his skin.
He spent his time familariazing with the place, it was rather cozy, the man was right, it very well could be worse.
"Well, sugar migt not be the best thing as of right now. If things go as bad as they might be, don't want my teeth to rot out." Robert took the hint that the man saw him as a child, but he wouldn't show any offensive to him.He stood up and went to the fridge and rummaged a bit around til he found the steaks he grabbed earlier.
"I could make these. I was a professional chef before all this." he suggested holding out the steaks.
Robert kept his face blank at the notion that no one would be able to hear him scream.
"Well, with the things I've seen out here today, is that really such a bad thing? The way things are going, it would be best if no one could hear anything out here. "