With a low sigh Grizzwald nodded. "Yeah, I'll pay. Luckily, a woman named Brenda owns the diner and she understands the great hidden wealth of TP. Go find us a seat and pick your meal, I already know what I'm getting so don't need to look at the menu. Just gonna go sign for the scrap now." Spinning on his heel the man left the diner again and turned left to vanish from sight as he headed for the garage.
While the diner was pretty much next door to the Bellflower, Nicky's Garage was little bit more of a walk. He'd made the walk to it a dozen times before, but something felt off this time. Quickly pulling out his revolver he made a show of checking the rounds in the cylinder and slid it back with a loud clack. No one made themselves known, but it was very quiet even for a town like Erwin. The wind didn't even seem to be blowing now, paranoia isn't a new thing for Grizzwald. In fact it's the one thing he could fully count on to never change in this world of zombies and pretty, truck stealing, women who never where bras. The remaining humans could kill all the zombies and create that Garden of Eden everyone wants and that paranoia would still be there.
Squaring his shoulders the mad man quickened his pace eager to get somewhere noisy. Monsters wait in the silence of this world, and the sound of silence is their hunting call before they plunge their teeth and claws into some poor bastard's back. And Grizz had a very succulent back he was told before so those monsters would be quiet happy to chomp on him no doubt. That feeling of being hunted kept at the back of his mind right up until he stepped through the rusty gates of Nicky's Garage.