John Paul halted his steps when the man looked behind him. He hadn’t meant to startle anyone, but he also needed to exercise caution. John Paul pulled his rifle to his side as he stood, barrel pointed to the sky.
"The name’s John Paul Cooper. Jus’ lookin’ for some allies," he responded, trying to convey a look of friendliness despite his rough appearance.
"Allies?" Josh raised a brow. He looked at the man's rifle uneasily. He looked like the villain in a bad made-for-TV western. "I've got a group. There's seven of us, including me. I could take you to our camp, but I gotta know if you're trust worthy. They'll kill me if I bring a looter back."
















