<strong>--  Matthew Fitzpatrick (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102993.msg4532756#msg4532756) - Ornery and full of himself. --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Matthew snorted, pushing past Luis and out the front door to stand watch over the piles of dusty water bottles.  "Buncha idjits, relyin' on cars," he muttered, laying his bike against the wall and removing his Smith & Wesson from its holster.  "I'd trust my own legs more 'n a damn gas guzzler these days."<br/><br/>"Oi!" he called back into the grocer's after a moment.  "What's yer name, kid?"  He hadn't bothered to meet and greet the caravan as they'd rumbled on through in their trucks and trailers and hot rods--the second he'd heard them coming he'd grabbed all the food and water he could and stowed himself in the ceiling.  That many people just made him nervous these days.  There were worse things than Freaks out in Apocalyptia U.S.A.