In more militaristic or medical company, Gray was quite happy to tell them exactly what the bullet had done to him. But not everybody had the stomach for it, and he tried not to throw it at civilians. "Overseas military service. I was out with a friend of mine." He paused, hopping over a concrete barrier. Probably used to be in the middle of some road. Gray wasn't quite sure how the landscape had changed so much in such a surprisingly brief period of time since the outbreak. "Actually, it was Lieutenant Hunter. She saw me go down and she was on me like white on rice. If she hadn't been, I wouldn't be here."
He had the scar and some missing internal parts to show for it.
"Don't matter if she's busy or not, kid, it's her job." Babs was new, but an already important fixture. Gray was sure they'd get on without her, but he wasn't looking forward to the day she decided to keep on in pursuit of her family. He understood, though. He had a brother and his grandparents. (Kenneth and Melanie, his parents--well. If they survived, it certainly wasn't by doing it together.) And if he had the means, he'd be on his way to Morgantown, but it was a long way and there were people here who relied on him. Couldn't just up and leave for the hell of it.
He frowned, pausing to get a bit of a bearing. "Good on you for checkin' the files, though. Most people don't think that clear, especially on supply runs. Alright. Let's find us a ride out of here. One that ain't got no critters in it." He wasn't a fan of the Ghouls, but he understood what could lead people down there. Sometimes there just wasn't an option. But that didn't mean he had to condone them. "And don't you worry none about the Ghouls. I reckon I can give 'em what for if we run into them."