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She nodded her head before walking past her. “ we don’t promise your safety by the way. You mess up, I’ll kill.” She turned the corner and walked off

He really wasn’t expecting her to crash into him, much less with the open wound. They collided, yes, crashing into the ground, her on top of him in an awkward situation. He kept still, not wanting to move in any way that might harm her further or get him injured himself.

Felicity glares at her. She needed to keep herself under control. She looks at Aaron. "Hello." She says. "Sorry about that." She says, standing up. She grabs a first aid kit out of the bag she had slung over her shoulder. She lifts her shirt to reveal a deep gash. She begins to clean it, and then stitch it up. Her stitches were clean and neat, from years of working with her hands.

“It’s fine,” he sat up and rubbed the back of his head, “by this point, I’m used to Roxanne pushing me or pushing someone into me. Aaron Pyrosian, currently second leader in Mike’s absence; except for Roxanne, who is the other head leader. I mostly just ‘house hunt’ and try to find a cure or preventative for the virus.”

Fianna was taken aback by the newcomer. How long had it been since she had seen someone new that didn't want to kill her? Fianna stepped backwards from Felicity; looking her over cautiously, axe in hand. Fianna would've never guessed that she would have to deal with social anxiety after the apocalypse; she had only recently gotten used to everyone in her group. As per natural for Fianna she merely stared and said nothing; giving Felicity only what seemed to be a cold glare.

"Felicity Hoffman." She says, introducing her self to him. Felicity looked around. "Do you guys...have somewhere...I can go to be...alone?" She asks, taking many breaks between her words, feeling overwhelmed. She turned to Fianna and felt even more so. "Or maybe a garage? A place with a tool box?" She asks.

“If there is,” he explained, “its probably packed up already; we’re moving, you see, on Roxanne’s orders. I managed to get us to go to a place nearby, but she won’t let us stay here any way. But if you want to look around to see if you can find something, you’re free to; just don’t take too long, or Roxanne will make the rest of us leave you behind. Trust me, in these dire times, I wouldn’t want to upset her.”

Felicity nods. She eventually finds a garage and grabs a toolbox. She opens it and puts some scrap metal on the table, starting to make something.

Fianna watched Felicity walk by; she was glad that someone had responded to Felicity's question because Fianna knew she wouldn't be able to. Curious, Fianna followed Felicity to the garage. In her mind it was only natural that someone tried to learn about someone else through watching their actions. She stood at the entrance for the garage and watched Felicity tinkering with what looked to be scrap metal; is she possibly skilled in crafting?

Though Fianna was silent she was by no means trying to hide herself from Felicity, to her this was just a simple observation and was something that she had done with pretty much everyone in her group at some point in time. She wanted to move closer in order to get a better idea of what Felicity was crafting, but she didn't feel comfortable going any further.

Both Chance and Sarah had stayed out of the ordeal. They both disliked newcomers. Chance less so, especially when he was in his good mood. But right now he was still too pissed off to care. It took Sarah a while before she quietly walked over to Chance to try and strike up a conversation. She expected to be hit; which is exactly what Chance did. As soon as she got close Chance hit her round the head, to which she sighed quietly.

"Can you just-" she started.

"No."

She sighed and walked away again.

Felicity looked over at Fianna, and was immediately apprehensive. She tries to ignore her and continues to work on her project. When she finishes, it looks to be nothing in particular, but she didn't care. She just needed to do something with her hands. She then quickly walks passed Fianna and into Sarah.

Sarah tensed as she stumbled backwards, glancing at Felicity for a moment before her brow furrowed. Accident she reminded herself through her thoughts. She took a deep breath, calming herself so she didn't get angry quickly. She knew no one needed that, especially with how chance was being.

"Hello.

Fianna quietly observed Felicity as she worked; though the final product didn't seem to be anything special. She moved out of the way when Felicity walked through, keeping her distance from the newcomer. Felicity then bumped into Sarah after she hurriedly left the garage. Fianna moved forward in anticipation that she would need to disarm the situation, but Sarah seemed to take it well and instead greeted Felicity. Fianna breathed a sigh of relief because she honestly didn't know what she would of done in order to calm everyone down; it wouldn't of been a surprise if she had only managed to make the situation worse.

“Hello.” She says. She walks passed her and takes a shaky breath. HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE HERE?

With the caravan in order, Aaron and a small team of “warriors” and settlers went ahead of the rest, the warriors protecting Aaron and the settlers until they reached the Sanctuary. Once any stray zeds were put down and the area was secure, he contacted the leadership back at the school and relayed that the area was ready for the move. He then instructed the survivors, both from the school and found on the road to Sanctuary, to begin constructing defenses to keep out lesser threats until the remainder of the caravan made it there. All in all, he made a pretty good leader, wether Roxanne acknowledged that or not.

Being assigned as a warrior, Fianna had joined the caravan that Aaron had sent up ahead. It wasn't too eventful; it was basically just clearing out zombies that happened to be in their way and they didn't run into any problems like bandits or zombie hordes. It wasn't anything that they couldn't handle and she was glad for it; Fianna hated the prospect of killing an actual person, mindless zombies she could stomach, but a survivor just like her? She wouldn't be able to handle it.

Making it to the 'Sanctuary' as Aaron had called it Fianna quickly realized that this was her neighborhood before things went to shit. The group was going about scouting the area when Fianna bolted towards her house; she wasn't sure why, her parents were long dead and gone. She burst into the door of her old home and scanned the area, seeing two zombies that were meandering in her living room, Fianna brought her axe down diagonally at the first's head. The zombie's head was easily split with the ferocity of Fianna's cut; Fianna then used the momentum of her first swing and twisted the axe around above her head to bring a downward swing onto the other zombie's head, dispatching of the wretch easily.

Fianna then went on to search the rest of the house, once she made sure there weren't any more zombies Fianna made her way into the hallway. She placed her hand on the wall as she walked, looking at the pictures of her mother and father brought back memories of their lives together. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she dropped to her knees. She sat there and leaned onto the wall as she cried, deciding not to fight the desire to let her emotions flow.

He entered the house she had ended up in, seeing the two zed corpses and her in the hallway silently sobbing. He went over to her and sat down, not saying anything but doing what he could to comfort her. Despite what most people initially thought of him, he did care for people other than himself; it was because he hadn’t shown it at first that he was subjected to the testing. Then, everything happened. He put a gentle arm on her shoulder, still remaining silent but caring.

Fianna was startled by Aaron putting his arm on her shoulder. She looked up towards Aaron, her eyes still streaking with tears. She wanted to say something - anything, but no words would come out of her mouth. She was paralyzed by grief, even her instinct to move and stay away from others didn't kick in with Aaron right next to her.

Fianna stayed like this for a few minutes and finally began to get a hold of herself. She had no idea why this sudden bought of emotion came out; she's known her parents were dead for a while now. She could only guess that the house's memories were too much for her. Fianna finally looked back to Aaron and muttered while still sniffling. "Thanks..." She wanted to say more, she really did, but this was all she could get herself to say.

He didn’t say anything; instead, he just stayed there, gently weeping to himself. He’d known family from before the attack, and even though they despised him, he still felt the sorrow and shame that he’d not been there for them when they died.