John looked over his shoulder and saw there were a few people following him. He slowed down a bit and fell into step with one of the other scavengers, a girl with sunglasses on. "You know this whole thing might be a bit nicer if we get to know each other. I'm John," he said, extending his hand to hers. John had always been good with people. That had changed when this happened. Now he was more of a, point-a-gun-in-your-face kind of guy.