"Heh, ain't much to tell, I"m afraid. Zed showed up, everything went down, then we did too after gettin' bit. But then we got back up and still had our wits. Grouped up and look for more of our own and called us the Rotten. We stick to the subways so we don't gotta worry about gettin' lumped up and shot at like the usual type of zed.

"Hope you ain't got any type like us back home. Well, the mindless sort, anyhow." Maybe not his sort either, but he's not gonna be self-depreciating in front of a new acquaintance. He's got a tough guy aura to keep up!