"The guy" smiled at them. Speaking softly, calming his anxiety and fear, he says, "Hey hey hey, calm down, I ain't here to raid you guys. You might want to drop that bow; you might end up pulling a muscle with how long you're drawing it back. And a shotgun is ill-advised," he advises, gesturing to the neighboring yard, "There's like a dozen Clickers over there, so even though you'd get me, you'd probably bring the entire neighborhood down here for a party. And empty my pockets? Hell no, you'd probably just grab all my stuff, put an arrow in my throat, retrieve it, and then leave me for dead after grabbing all my stuff. Besides, if I get shot, you can bet that I'll be screaming at the top of my lungs. Low pain threshold, ya know?" At this, his expression turns more pleading, rather than pleasant.

"I don't want to die as much as you guys don't, me thinks. I can lead the way, and you can have a gun to my back, if you just don't kill and loot me. Ya?"