The Summer Knight shrugged. "Kinda, more like in a lighter version of Lord of the Rings. Or in a Dungeons and Dragons world, if you are a fantasy nerd.<br/><br/>Been here for... nearly four years now, I think? At least three years, I know that much."<br/><br/>He frowned, before pulling his pack around, and pulling out a dozen rations, and a spare water skin. He put them on the hood of one of the cars, before backing off. Twitchy survivors tended to be trigger happy, and he could apologize (until Whisper got him at least) but even an accidental discharge could kill. "I can let someone know you are here, but it might be a bit before someone gets out to you. It will be one of the locals, unless we solve this problem."