Randy

"So what's your name kid?" Asked the old man. "My names Charlie, I come from a war camp on the dark side of Britain. I'm usually praised for my intelligence, especially for a 9 year old" said Charlie following a deep breath. "I see. My name is Randy Cooper and this town is called drittsekk. Basically, it's split into 4 areas."

"What are those areas!?" Said Charlie in great excitement. "So your in north drittsekk. It rains constantly and is filled with caves a small mountains, really is a beauty. South drittsekk is really posh, Tons of mansions and big buildings. Weather is boiling over there so we usually go there in the summer." Replied Randy.

"What country are we in?" Asked Charlie. "France, yet most residents are British or from some undeveloped part of the United Stades" replied Randy. "Anyway where are you gonna be staying little man?"

"I'm not sure, I landed on that beach from an explosion so I'm kinda stranded. Could I just stay with you?" Charlie said confidently. "I don't see why not" yelled Randy cheerfully. At that moment a scruffy figure entered the diner. It looked like he'd crawled out a bin full of compost, crikey he even had spiders in his long, overgrown hair. "Kurt! I'd like you to meet Charlie" yelled Randy. "Hello soldier, you look a bit beat up, what happened?"