Bradley saw a teenage boy hiding behind a shelf full of deodorant, and put his gun away. "Sorry about that, kid." he said. "Thought you might be a coyote or stray dog or something." He took a few steps towards the kid. "To tell you the truth, I'm glad to see another living, awake human being. Everyone else in my home town died, and I even rounded up all of the sleepers and waited to see if they'd wake up to be sure, so I came here to try and find someone else." He pointed to his two shopping carts. "If you want anything out of there, take it. I can always find more. Foodwise, I'm kind of partial to the [url=http://www.walmart.com/ip/Banquet-Homestyle-Bakes-Creamy-Cheesy-Chicken-Alfredo-35.7-oz/10308034]Banquet homestyle pasta[/url] myself. And if you need a gun, I've got plenty. I'll give you one."
He then realized something. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." He held out his hand. "Bradley Ayers. I used to do maintenance in a factory before all this happened, so if you need me to fix a machine for you, or set up your generator, I'll be glad to help. And you are?"