"Well, Nick," he said, mostly so that he could remember the guy's name, "From what I can gather, that sleeping sickness that had everyone spooked got into the U.S. and spread like wildfire. Everyone seemed to have a different reaction to it. Some people passed out and died in minutes, some stayed asleep for a long time before they died, and from what I saw just after waking up, some people managed to stay awake and died while awake. Poor guys. Myself, I was asleep for almost two days before I woke up. And as far as I can tell, if there is a cure, it's got to be rare. No way any politician would let all of his constituents die when he could cure them and secure his position for decades to come."
"And as for just having a bike, you know you could always just take one of the vehicles you see laying around. There's a truck, looked like an F150, on an exit ramp not far from here, and with the owner dead behind the wheel, I'm sure the keys are in the ignition. I'll drive you over there and help you salvage some Diesel to run it on if you want. Or help you with any other car you want. Then you could carry plenty of stuff, even enough to live on, like me. Or I could help you find a place to live if you don't have one. Honestly, with most of my stuff set up already, I just want something to do, and helping a fellow survivor set up a place would be great."
He then saw a man with a pistol coming towards him. [i]"Hey, are you two infected?[/i] the man asked, still holding his gun in case they were.
"No, we appear to have an immunity to it, like you." He looked at the gun. "There's no need for a gun. We're not going to hurt you, and there's too much stuff around to fight you over it."