Mickey. [ he's watched him send out a text and wonders if that's someone here he knows or if he's actually made new huddle of close locals. Mickey's so damn bad at making nice with people, he'll probably be on his own. Awesome. At least he's got the AK.

And off we go, strolling towards the gas station. Come along, Steve. ]

So what were you saying about aliens in the streets and sewer monsters? Christ, I feel crazy just saying it.