Maxwell Rite was alone. There was no noise around him, save for the wind, and the sound of a metal pipe dragging against the ground. The blaring of the intercom alerted Max while he was walking along the streets. Others. Finally, even if he was insane, this guy was most likely not out to kill him. That is, unless he was a blade, or looking to loot people. But.. there was HIM... he wouldn't let Maxwell get killed, as it would mean he would die too. Maxwell decided to go through with it, and began looking around. There it was, a flag with an odd symbol on it. Max walked at a brisk pace with the metal pipe resting in his hands. Maxwell looked around the flag, finding the small radio, with a channel scratched into the back. He turned it to the channel.
"Hello, psycho from the intercom, you there?"