“Philosophy and the intense hunger for brains? The correlation isn’t too implausible.” He considered with an easy shrug, maintaining a good amount of space between the two of them. Tapping his thumb against the filter of his cigarette, he turned his gaze towards the woman. “Maybe the end feels a lot more imminent then it use to and people want a nice, and neat, and insightful little quote to sum up what’s left of their lives-- no one wants to be remembered for the proverbial yearbook ‘have a great summer!’. Though let’s be honest, all those people were the first picked off by the new natural selection.”
A light grin turned the corner of his mouth upward. First impression seemed to be he had definitely wasted breath on less appealing people but give anyone five more minutes and they’ll surely to disappoint. Alex took another drag, letting the wind whip around them for a good few moments before feeling the need to fill in the silence. “I’m Alex. Part time philosopher, full time guy who stands outside the library smoking while trying to look hip for all the passing undead.”