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Spike was the main runner for Terminus. He volunteered to take the job after supplies were running low. As a small group they could not afford to send more out on runs, somehow had to defend their safe haven. Towns were always a good place to begin looking. The only problem was other survivors, you never knew how many were friendly or who wanted to point a gun and shoot you in the head. He held his knife close. Walkers were easier to kill than people.

He glimpsed around corners as managed to fill his bag with some food for Terminus. As he was about to leave the town he heard a gunshot. It slightly startled him, not knowing if it was at a walker or someone else. He shook his head. This person could not possibly know that they would attract a lot more walkers around the area by shooting his gun. He decided to approach the sound and snuck into a house where he saw someone standing. One man.

Spike was confident that he could take this man down if needed. "Do you know you may have attracted every roamer in the surrounding area." He stared at the man, a slight smile on his face, "You probably won't win any intelligence tests right about now." He joked.

Spike shrugged his shoulders at the man. He seemed rather jumpy, after all he couldn't be suprised after he shot his gun. "Well we have these fancy thing called knives. Quite useful for stabbing a roamer and quiet." He flicked his knife around in his hand as he smiled, "My gun is mainly used for people who want to try to kill me. Maybe the roamer a are a blessing to get rid of the evil in the world." He stated quite happily.

He laughed when asked the question of him being here, "I was happily gathering supplies, wonderful thing living. Heard a shot, didn't know if it was one of my own people or someone in danger. Decided to come over and have a look. I am a rather curious person." He admitted quite openly. "So what about you? Recruiting? Killing roamers with a gun for the sake of it?"