Tyler kicked a compartment open in his bike and plucked a few pipe bombs from the copmartment. He lit them and threw them to the side in the group of infected. The hissing drew their attention as they stupidly stared at them in grumbling fascination. Which was all he needed as he leaned back against the bike as the two of them blew. The dual explosions ripped through the horde, bodies ripped to pieces, a cloud of misting blood rose into their, blowing away in the wind.<br/><br/>He snorted as he used this pistols to pick off the few remaining and slightly bewildered infected. He reloaded the guns and slipped them into his holsters. He glanced over at the woman and took in the look of her. She really wasn't that different from all of the other survivors that he'd come across before. Her interest and even concern about him wasn't all that new to him either, plenty of people who seemed so fine with the world and their own past tradgedies seemed to want to help him. Whatever the hell that meant, he was fine, it wasn't like in this day, in their current world, a sensitive and caring man was what was needed. He was precise, knew what he was doing, and had the skills and instincts to know how to survive, there was little else that he needed.<br/><br/>He flipped his leg over the side of the bike, "alright, let's go, you've got a bike to look at and I've got a pyro to repay a debt too, and night is coming soon, so shelter is priority as well."