Peter cursed quietly under his breath, as he realised he'd just walked the last mile and a half on auto pilot, he was lucky he hadn't been made lunch of.<br/>" This is what comes of losing a bloody tyre" He lectured him self for at least the tenth time.<br/>" Lose a tyre and you have to walk back to town, so why not bring a spare? Because you twit Pete you didn't want to waste fuel lugging about more weight then strictly needed. Ahhh I am a complete twit." Peter sighed to himself stopping for a moment to check the street ahead seeing only a splattered Zombie half way up the street he started down it wondering if that bartender would have opened by now.<br/><br/>Walking pass two bikes out front Peter ducked in through the doorway smiling having heard sound of talking inside. A sure sign he might find some stories to hear or work to be done but a big plus, no zombies inside, afterall no one stops to talk with the walking dead. Taking off his hat Pete moved to one of the free seats smiling and nodding to those present, sitting quietly and taking in the room.<br/>