Zackary wasn't too against the idea, and he easily believed the person. Whether or not he trusted them, or was worth trusting was yet to be seen. He looked behind him for a split second. "Horde of zombies incoming on my end too" he warned sharply, getting into the van of the first people he really talked to besides his old friends. The lone man turned his head slowly from the one panicked person, to the calmer looking individual who actually helped him out. "So, are you guys heading somewhere in particular? or just wandering?" he asked, trying to grasp the idea of what these people where like before giving out his name to them. He may have grown up on the street, but he was no idiot. That much could be proven if you hung out with him long enough. Though he may have once been a little too trusting to those he was close too...