His name is Javier.
He had been holed up in the Clocktower lodge by himself for almost six weeks. At first we didn't know if he spoke English. When we saw his face through the window we waved to him but got no response. He continued to stare at us for a few moments and disappeared. Jerry and I figured we wasn't a walker as his movements were pretty sharp. We also figure that if he was a walker stuck behind the door he would have done everything he could to break the door down to get at us.
After a few moments we heard an audible "click" at the door. Javier opened it and motioned for us to come in.
Our best warning when it comes to these types of situations has always been Johnny Dog, but she wasn't putting up a fuss so we went in.
At first Javier wouldn't respond to us. We told him our names. All he would do was motion to us to follow him.
We walked into an area that looked like it was a pizza parlor. Javier had made this his home. He had boxes and cans of various foodstuffs stored there. He motioned for us to sit and then pointed at a door on the opposite side of the room from the one we entered. He had nailed a blanket to it. As he pointed he put a finger to his lips, emphasizing the need to be quiet.
At that point he moved behind the bar in the center of the room. He held up two mugs and nodded to us. Jerry and I both shrugged our shoulders as if to say why not. Javier then went on to draw us all beers from the tap at the bar.
Before he brought the beers to us he grabbed a napkin and a pen and scribbled something. He handed it to me along with the beer.
"My name is Javier", it read. "and boy am I glad to see you!"
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