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Drew narrowed his eyes, having returned to the solitude of the room. He sighed, polishing his knives to head out again. He wasn't liking how there were so many people staying here. He planned to steal food in the dead of night, load up on supplies, and leave. For his own safety.

Skylar looked at Rolen with an amused look. “What about the wounded.” She stood up, facing Rolen who was sitting. “The grocery stores here have already been scavenged. The closest place that has yet to be scavenged is at least an hour away....” Skylar shook her head lightly. “This place isn’t permanent anyways.. but it’s good enough. There really hasn’t been many walker encounters anyway. But.. if I go anywhere.. I want someone with you. I don’t know if you’re to be trusted yet.” She looked at Rolen the whole time, making what she had said, serious.

Drew continued plotting before heading out to gather the few things that would seem innocent first. He'd hide them outside somewhere where they couldn't be found. He was getting sick and tired of this place already.

Rolen peers at Skylar, narrowing his eyes. He seems to ponder his reply, before saying, "The wounded will be helped, but only if they can help us. No sense in helping someone who can't help us. And fine, pick someone you want to stay with me. I'll just do some work around here."

Drew sighed, shoving a few knives in a bag and then heading to the storeroom, hoping nobody saw him.

As Drew walked towards the storeroom, Rolen heard the creaking of the floorboards. He turns, and asks loudly, "Hey! Are you busy? Go with Skylar to loot some grocery stores, or something. If not, stay here with me."

"R-rolen?" Foxy asks softly as she limps with one of her legs missing

Rolen seems visibly shaken by the appearance of the young girl, moreso her missing leg. He moves over to steady her, and asks, "Who are you? How do you know my-- Oh, someone's probably already said it. What do you need?"

"I need help moving around" she said softly as she looked at her missing leg again. "And my name is Foxy, but everyone here calls me Rose"

Rolen ponders for a second, thinking of any way to help the girl around. An idea flashes in his mind, and he turns to Skylar. "At most grocery stores, there is at least one or two wheelchairs, for the elderly. If you can find one of those, then Rose here won't have a problem."

She looks at Rolen then back at the ground as she rubbed her head a bit. She started to get a bit dizzy as she limps around the place.

Rolen scoops up the young girl, and swiftly deposits her onto the couch. "Stay there, would you? I don't need you falling and getting yourself hurt." he says, before walking to the storeroom.

"Thank you" she said as she slowly fell asleep

Rolen walks past Drew, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. "'scuse me, mate." he says, before searching the shelves for a snack for the girl. Nothing too sugary, but something she'll eat. He grabs some canned pumpkin, and a pack of crackers. He returns to the living room to find the girl asleep, so he sits beside her. He waits quietly for her to wake up.

She slowly woke up as she rubbed her eyes

Rolen quickly cuts open the can with a pocket knife, before stowing it away. He hands it to her, along with the pack of crackers. "Eat up, kid." he says, before standing. He moves to another chair, and sits down.