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"This man claims a man named Terry lived here with his family. If none of you know him... you probably killed him." Yashie didn't quite follow this logic, but he snarled softly, glaring daggers at the woman who had spoken. His grip tightened imperceptibly on his weapon and he took a step forward. But before he could open his mouth to respond in an angry fashion, she had said. "Filthy bandits. Do we shoot?" and this had made him angrier still. Who was this lady who chose to waltz in on them and appoint herself as judge, jury and executioner? He swore softly, which was very strange, for he was not one given to cursing. He took another step forward, his rage clearly visible on his face.

He had only half-listened to what Diana said, but he did catch her words, "So lower your gun, we're not a threat to either of you. I don't don't about these guys, but I sure as hell know I'm not." and he added to that with "If anyone's a threat, it's you and your trigger-happy ways and your whole attitude. Find someone else to kill and then rob, you bloodlusty -" Here he stopped and looked at his feet, quite surprised at himself, almost embarrassed. It had been years since he had made such an outburst, and that too, an outburst at a woman, a stranger. But then the times were tough and the strain was beginning to tell. He closed his eyes and began breathing slowly and methodically, calming himself.

He kept his eyes closed as the older man with the grizzled beard spoke "I am Solamon. Here to see Terry, the man with the family, a friend of mine.". He replied in a soft voice. "I am sorry .. we do not know Terry. But ... the owners of this shop were already dead and were being eaten when I arrived, which was when I had called him -" he pointed at the shirtless man "- for aid in ending the Undead and then sorting through what provisions and first aid equipment were in the store, and sharing them between us. He shook his head sadly, his face turning red from all the emotion, and said in an undertone. "I'm sorry, brother .... let's all go into the store? The corpses should be disposed of before they can reanimate, and you can see what flesh is left on their bones ... Sorry..."

Thus saying, he beckoned everyone indoors, studiously keeping his eyes off the blood-thirsty woman with the gun. Turning, he made as if to head indoors but saw two young women standing close to the Shirtless Man and one of whom was apparently attempting to communicate non-verbally with him. Yashie raised his eyebrows. "More survivors, then, I take it?" he asked in a loud voice, to no one in particular and waited for someone to reply. He was quite amazed at how all these living people had converged simultaneously, but perhaps banding would help them survive. Perhaps.