Richard was happy in the towns streets. He was never one for company, the company he kept never stayed much long. Be that them going to University, Marriage or just dying. It was sad to think that his life came to that but that's why the apocalypse happened. 'Chink' as the bike hit a rock, it was a good bike... well as good as as a bike could be. It was calming out here alone, since the dead never bothered him he saw no reason to kill them, The humans though... THAT'S the reason he needs guns and ammo. Most have adapted a 'Shoot first' mentality. He turned the corner slowly to see a woman on the building. He parked the bike up and looked up at her "Fine day is it not?" he had a crisp upper-class accent and he stood below, he had the M1 Grand in his hands as he aligned the sights. 'Move and ill shoot' Now that's not good. He turned to see a person, couldn't tell if it was a man or woman but it was someone holding up a poor defenceless woman. Shouldering the gun he aimed it at him "Chap, lets not cause more trouble in these bad times. Lower your gun and we can all leave here alive." he pulled the bar back, full mag.