"Really?" Mort blinked. "But killin' them is the best part." In fact, it was the only worthwhile part. All the rest -- from the satisfying squishy noises they made to the fact that using too much violence on the already-dead wasn't morally objectionable -- was just a perk. And, while they did go down without a gun, Mort couldn't imagine having it made this far without ever shooting one. Using guns had become an essential skill of survival.
That begged the question what Harlow had been doing out in the streets. Speed was good when you weren't doing a food run or something else, but relying on only your speed sounded kind of suicidal... Mort waited until Harlow's boots had landed on the pavement before extending his hand. "I'm Mort," he said. "So, what'chou been doin' then? Where ya headed?" He figured, if he asked often enough, the boy might actually give him a concrete answer.