Snippet #2229232

The name Aislin was an interesting name or at least Dutch thought. This waiting was indeed driving him mad, not because of the horde gathering at the fence, but for a possible outbreak within the walls. He had seen people die and reanimate without ever being touched by a walker. He had seen enough to realize that it must have been spread through the air somehow and that will happen to everybody when their time comes. He had a theory that those born after the outbreak would be immune to that danger. He labeled those who lived in this generation the first generation, as in those who first lived in the outbreak.

He realized that his mind had wondered off on the topic and that the woman had asked for his name. "Dutch. My name is Dutch." He told her as he was sitting down on the ground. He had brought a backpack with him to the base, though most of the food were gone, his vitamins were not. He pulled out a jar of vitamin C and a plastic bottle of water. He took one before looking over to her.

"I would suggest taking one, prevents scurvy. I do not that there will be very many fruits to eat out in the world right now so this is my best way to make due." He told her.