"W-what was that, M-mister Carnaby? You want to s-stay inside?"

There was a voice coming from one of the many worn-down establishments in the dead landscape. Though solitary, the voice seemed to be talking in a conversational tone, quite cheerful, and maybe a little parental.

"Ah, y-yes. We have none l-left t-to eat and the store had r-run out. It's sad but we have t-to go..."

"Oh come n-now. D-don't raise y-your voice at me. I-i've said it before and I'll s-say it again, do N-NOT cuss."

The man kept walking away yet curiously and kept conversing as he traversed the empty area. Though he's seen skeletons and other antrophomorphic objects here and there, he found himself glaring at them and stabbing at least two of them because they were giving him the [i]stink eye[/i] and was [i]bad-mouthing[/i] him.

"H-heavens! People t-these days are so r-rude and ill bred. Didn't t-their parents e-ever t-teach them manners?! T-this is why we don't go out of-often, don't we, M-mister Carnaby? N-nonetheless... W-were a-almost near so h-hang tight." The man says as he grips his companion and approach the tower.