"I have not heard for Roarton, but if the sign on the door is accurate I don't imagine that it's any less empty and desolate, now." Or than here. Was that sign accurate? He didn't know, yet, but he intended to find out.

He didn't say it was good to meet Kieren, or bother with a handshake. One benefit to the end of the world - or some world - was that he didn't have to bother with the playboy bullshit. At least, he hadn't been given a reason to, yet.

The question, though, just got the boy a flat look over and then snort. "I am not prepared to commit to an answer to that question." Or call anyone a zombie. He steps back so the kid can get outside, though. "I'd suggest staying inside the walls, but I don't imagine you're going to listen to that."

The last teenager he'd run into certainly hadn't.