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“15.” She mumbled quietly to the woman.

He sticks his head into the room, no longer soaked in gore. "Who's this?"

Drew froze, turning to glance at Ember. "Oh." He mumbled, surprised. "I don't believe I've really met you yet either." He said respectfully.

Taken by his respectfulness and she not blessed by a weapon to the face or yelling for her rude introduction, she stood straight up and looked at him a bit more closely. Trying to memorize every detail she could of him, causing her to stare blankly at him, she replied. "What's your name exactly? Never caught it."

Skylar smiled. “You’re lucky you’re alive. My name is Skylar. I’m 18.. but you’re in luck because I’m... the medic?” She laughed softly. “I also introduced everyone to this safe house. Let’s get this taken care of.” Skylar motioned to her cut. And led her to the room where her medical supplies are.

"Drew. Drew Howler." He informed her stiffly. "Why are you staring at me?" He seemed a bit confused.

"Good, good..." , she replied as she stared for a bit longer before blinking and swaying to the side. She caught herself before she hit the wall and blinked once more at...Drew! Drew. Ember gave the man a smirk as she leaned against the wall to her left, crossing her arms in the process. "So, Drew, what's your story?"

Skylar gave the girl pain killers and then Skylar walked out of the room, bored.

"My, uh, my story? What do you mean?" He asked, a bit confused.

Foxy woke up from her nap again

His face red from running, Rolen sprints down the street. Walkers had just ripped apart his friend, and he chose to leave his friend behind instead of risking his life. The handle of his axe was in splinters, and he held each of the pieces in his hand as he ran. It seemed that at every turn there was another zombie, another threat. The weather was growing worse, and he needed shelter.

His long legs pumping just as fast as his slender arms, Rolen slips and tears another hole in his jeans. Quickly, he stands up and continues, but at a slower pace. These zombies were slower than he, but they seemed to outmaneuver him almost every time. He heard a bit of commotion in a nearby house, yet a gut feeling told him it wasn't walkers. They wouldn't be so noisy, and there seemed to be a good deal less of them in the area. Striding to the door, he pauses. Deciding to take a safer route, he moves to a boarded-up window, and peeks in. Noticing two figures, he ducks with a hiss. He creeps to another window, where he sees a young girl. However, he frowns as he notices her missing leg. Having surveyed enough of the group of people, he returns to the door, and knocks loudly.

He opens the door slightly, angled so he can bash the head of whatever it is just in case. "Who's out there?"

Standing back, and holding his hands away from his body, Rolen speaks in a gentle voice, laden with an unspeakable burden. "Just me, bud. Needin' a place to stay, if you don't mind." he says, peering at the door.

He lowers the bat slightly, still suspicious. "I'll talk to the person in charge. Will you be alright out there for a bit longer?"

Surveying his surroundings, and finding the suitable, he answers, "I think so, but the weather's gettin' rough. Just hurry, if ya don't mind."

"Hey, we got someone at the door, should I let him in?" He yells in the general vicinity of Skylar, who he assumed was in charge,

Rolen sets on the doorstep, and twiddles his thumbs. Thoughts of recent events fill his head, and tears well in his eyes. He blinks, only allowing a single tear to fall down his pale face. Wiping it away with the back of his sleeve, he looks down at his axe. The blade is chipped, but still remains sharp. The handle is stained, with not only the blood of his enemies but the blood from a gash on the palm of his hand.

He opens the door again. "I think the others are asleep, so I'll just ask you some questions real quick."

Rolen turns, and looks up at the man. "Yeah, go ahead" he says, eagerly.

"First of all, have you been bitten? Second, have you been in a group before? Third: What's your favorite dessert?"