Nick's relief was palpable. When he first saw the gun he had almost sprung away down the aisle, but this man clearly had no intent to hurt him. Nick reached out and tentatively shook the man's hand, his eyes, however, remained on the gun in the holster. 

"Nick" He said "My name is Nick... uh... Baker" His eyes met Bradley's for an instant, then quickly moved to the floor. He had never been good at introductions, especially now when the man he was talking to had a gun on him mere moments before. Still the man, Bradley, seemed confident and friendly, and Mark couldn't help but feel at ease around him. 

" I umm, I really don't need to grab much else, my backpack is almost full anyway" he told Bradley. " I uh, I'm on a bike so I can't really carry much else... I have a bike, I mean, I bike, I mean..." Shit, even in the apocalypse he couldn't help stuttering like an imbecile. "I biked as a messenger before this disease came along, as a job, not as cool as a mechanic, but you know..." He trailed off again, then remembered something very important. "Wait, you said you've seen others sleeping, are they ok? Is there a cure? What happened? are we the only ones left?" He could see that Bradley was a bit surprised by his flood of inquiries. 

"Sorry, It's just that I've been holed up in my apartment for days, I have no clue whats going on..."

Bradley looked like he was about to answer when they heard a voice behind them.