"I'm a bastard?" he said, "daddy didn't love me? Mommy was absent, and I got to playing with matches?"<br/><br/>He couldn't help but poke fun at her, for looking for a reason, after all, whatever it was, she wasn't going to like, they clearly differed at a moral level, as in, he didn't have any, and she was willing to chase him down for hers.<br/><br/>"I was going to blow something up sooner or later," he said, "I figured you'd all run for cover where the gas station lit up, that would give you a minute, give or take ten seconds, to get far enough away to survive. Though, I suppose in hindsight, it didn't really get you to clear out, so I guess thats strike-one against the gas-station thing. Still, it got the Zombies moving didn't it? They're all moving straight past this place, right now, towards the gas station."<br/><br/>He kept his hands up, turning around to face her, slowly.<br/><br/>"I'm Ashley, by the way," he said, with a wide grin, "and this, is my corner of New York, soon to be a Zombie-scarce one."<br/><br/>He was guessing he just had to find out what did make up for trying to blow up four people, because he didn't particularly want to end up answering questions about his banking habits, especially his post-apocalypse banking habits.