John laughed. He took the kid's hand and shook it. "I'm John. John Wallace. I got here the 4th day after the world went to shit," he said, chuckling. He noticed the kid looking at the shotgun and the kitana. Most people did. Not everyone was as lucky as him. John had looted these from some crazy guy's house. The dude had had a shit ton of pistols and what not. "I lived just north of here but that lace went quick. What about you?"