"Because...uhh...I'm a scared and lonely kid?"

"Yeah right," the shorter one says, rolling his eyes. "You're not a kid."

The tall one pulls his gun on you. "So you know where we are, you have access to shelter, AND we have no reason to treat you as an equal? You fucked up, boy."

Oh my god, are they going to EAT YOU? You freeze up, stumbling and stammering over an attempt at a ceasefire. All you manage to get out is "don't eat me!"

"EAT you?" says the tall one. "Hear that, Ronny? The sheltered 'kid' here thinks we're cannibals."

"He clearly hasn't been outside long," Ronny replies. "Boy, human meet is TAINTED! You can't eat it without becoming a mutant!"

They may not be about to eat you, but there are still two shotguns pointed at you, so you don't calm down.

"Jamal, care to do the honors?" Ronnie asks.

"Sure, why not." With Ronnie's gun still pointed at you, Jamal approaches you, grabbing your wrist in one hand and your bag in the other, looking through it. "We've got some food, a pre-Cataclysm map, a change of clothes, and 3 plastic water bottles."

Tossing the bag to Ronnie, Jamal stares you down. "Tell me. Your shelter, it's not totally empty, is it?"