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Joey would nod. He apperently had found himself quite the bunch. He was up from one person to three, and these two both seemed like acceptable people. Joey wiped his brow free of sweat as he walked back into the library, his company in tow. "I don't think much fortification will be nessicary. I don't plan on staying here but for a day or two. Zombies can't get in without makin' noise, so I think we're okay." Joey said calmly, as he walked back to the front desk. He picked up a book, and opened it's pages. It was a copy of that one book that Joey dispised - Eclipse. Drug-addicted fat prostitutes who were men could right better literature. He tore pages out of the book, and wiped his arm as free as he could from zombie blood, before rolling his sleeve back down. He would walk back over to the front desk, and sitting down on it. He let the two do what they willed for a while, before Ian said he was after a nap. "Right." Joey said, waving him off. "Don't let the boogiemen get you, huh?" He said tauntingly in his Tennessee-an accent. He would take his hat off yet again, and rest it on the desk.

He turned back to Keith. "So, boy." He said, though Keith was clearly not much younger than him. "What in the hell brings you out to these parts anyway? Much less alive and unbitten, mind you? You must have a good head on your shoulders. Or at least good legs to carry you." He said with a chuckle. "I come up from the Volunteer state - though I didn't volunteer for this - hopin' to make my way up to Canada. I hope those syrup suckers are still alive up there. I expect to make it there in perhaps a month. I hope my supplies last me that long." He said. He clearly hadn't talked to a sentient being in a long time, and was happy to have someone to talk to.