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His name? This man was a strange one.
Shaun eyed him warily still, just waiting for him to make a move to attack him.
"It's Shaun. Grieves," he said to the other man, his voice laced with suspicion. He wasn't even sure why he was complying, it would be easy to whip out both his pistols and shoot this guy full of lead. Case closed. He could move on. But there was no way he could make himself do it.
It was one of his biggest rules to not kill someone if they weren't of any immediate harm to him. In these times, everyone could seem like a threat, so he shouldn't go around shooting people who caused him to be careful.

"Now, how about yours?" he continued. It wasn't right to ask for a name if you didn't give your own. He kept his arms hung loosely at his sides, his fingers twitching.
The stench of the half-eaten corpse still filled his nostrils, but he only now seemed to remember it was there. His nose scrunched up again, an involuntary reflex of his body.