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Xander jumped a little when Sam reached for her guns, but he observed intently when she placed them on the floor, lowering his shaking hands a bit. He still didn't trust her, he didn't know anything about her, but his stomach growled in protest when he laid eyes on the soup. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd eaten real, warm food. Cautiously and without a word, he lowered himself beside his cup and looked inside, inspecting it before he ate. He crossed his spindly legs and sat that way against the wall, his back pressed up to it, as he slowly and gently lifted his mask just enough to uncover his mouth to sip the warm liquid. The heat burnt his chapped lips, but he didn't care. Whether it was infected or not, he wouldn't live much longer anyway if he didn't regain any energy.

John nodded slowly, signaling to Colby that he was grateful he answered for him. John glanced at Xander, seeing his uneasiness and tried to scoot his way towards him. When he finally got a few feet away from him, he pat his back gently. "It'll be okay, bud," He muttered, trying to make it so that only he could hear. He truly got along with this group of people, far better than any other people he'd dealt with before. If any one of them turned into zombies, he'd be devastated. He'd only been able to open up to them. After all, look what they'd done for him. They carried him all the way here and helped clean up his wounds. Who else would do that but friends?

Then he took the time to look at Sam. At first glance, she seemed mean and ruthless. But John could tell that she may not always feel that way. When she hid it or not, John couldn't possibly know. He did, however, come to guess that she was hiding at least some of her emotions. He knew all too well that it was impossible not to feel. Try as you might, pain always comes back to bite you. He managed not to wince at this fact, feeling his old scars burning a bit themselves from the disinfectant that Colby had put on the new wound. Maybe Sam was right, in a certain respect. Although she couldn't possibly know about his huge gashes that slashed across his chest and back, the limb she was going out on wasn't entirely wrong. There was a big possibility of him getting infected... just because of those stupid scars that never fully healed. They were still open wounds.

Xander was in mid-sip when John came over to him. He didn't realize someone was even near him, so when John lightly patted his back he winced away a little, wary of any human contact. When John spoke though, he found himself relaxing back into his original position and nodding in response, though not one meeting his eyes.

Colby calmly watched everyone interact, but he stayed away from it all. I just wanna go home.. He thought of the comfy Laz-E-boy recliner he had, instead of standing in a corner with a group of people. He wanted to sing, but that would make everything awkward, so he hummed quietly to himself.

Chris sighed when the food came out and poured himself a cup. Holding the cup to the side on his hip, he pulled off his gas mask, revealing his sea green eyes and stubble growing on his chin. He ran his fingers over his chin and jaw line and grumbled something like "I really gotta' shave..." Chris sighed, and looked at the cup. He sipped the warm liquid slowly and felt it rush down to his stomach and settle there like a kick in the gut. He had been empty for so long, the new precense felt good in his stomach. Chris stepped away from Sam a bit, knowing she didn't want anyone around her, and he respected that rule.

Colby noticed Chris for the first time and looked at him for awhile. He didn't seem so bad, or not awkward looking. Colby sighed, and sat on the floor, a shadow almost engulfing him completely. He yawned, leaning his head back.

Sam kept silent, anyone could she her shoulders raising from complete anger, her muscules tighten. She closed her eyes, feeling just tha small tear she didn't plan for them to see, good gosh she could hid them well. She gulped, opening her red eyes, they made her look more physco then she was. She knew exactly why she was so calm while she pointed that trigger to John, she knew exactly why she didn't though. Sam took another deep breath, standing up, opening her mouth to speak but shut it closed. She was boiled up, but she wouldn't share her story with them. Sam knew if she did defend herself, it would only result in sharing her history that she didn't want to speak about.

She walked over to the room closed off by curtains and sat down on her "bed." Wasn't the greatest but it was a bed none the less. She slowly removed her cough mask and began to eat, she did so quickly, burning her mouth but she didn't care. She went back and placed her cup in a broken sink. She would get water in the morning, Sam glanced at her water purifer, and would try to get enough for everyone to shower. Luckly, there was a newly formed river mile from here, that would make it a bit easier. Sam closed her eyes in thought, placing a hand on the wall and hummed to herself. She could go at five, maybe, it depended on the light. She needed the light to see, the darkest was not a place to roam with the zombies around. Sam finally decided on five, walking back around and sitting on the floor again.

Sam was already feeling akward and stressed with the group, it made her feel so weird. She was used to the loneliness, but now they are here and are afraid of her. She breathed, sitting down by a bookself, grabbing a game from the bottom self. It was chess, her almost favorite again. She liked it when she was little, but years of playing this stupid game had wore of it's fun. She placed the pieces where they needed to be and began to play as both colors. It was a silent room full of small clicks, but then Sam began to speak.

"I pull the gun out so quickly to save you from doing it yourself," she claimed, looking at the board, placing another piece down, "if he did get infected, you wouldn't have to watch him suffer the change and when you have to kill him." Her eyes didn't move from her board, but she could get a tinggle of an upset vibe. "It's hard to see a loved one suffer, it's harder to kill them because they are infected" she finally looked up to the group, wanting to see their reaction. "I'm not heartless" she stated again, "i just want to survive, that's all." Sam didn't want to see pathic or even care about the group, her speech made her seem kind in her own way, but that's why she added the selfish statement.

(OOC: sorry! >.<)

Please don't let it die! I'm not left with much choice with Xander or else I would post xD

Colby looked up and shrugged.
"Most of us have already seen loved ones die or change..but I understand." He said casually. He leaned back again against the wall and sighed, looking around at their small group.

ooc: keep it moving!!

Chris looked up at the girl, too, and nodded "Whatever it takes to stay alive..." He muttered darkly, looking at his tattered clothes. He wanted the comfort of a nice long shower again, ot be able to shave and not feel the small bit of stubble on his chin. Chris sighed, rrubbing his chin a little more and closed his sea-blue eyes for a moment. "That game of chess seems very one-sided" He joked, observing as she played by herself.

John, somewhere in the back of his mind, could tell what the strange girl meant. In some form or another, she had been pained once before. Boy did he know how she felt... maybe not exactly the same, but he felt he could understand loss. His father had died in front of his eyes when he was very young, and that hadn't even been because of zombies. It was another human being. If people of their own kind were so evil and so brutal, what hope was there for the darkened zombies? People who had once been, but were no more. They were monsters of an entirely different breed.

"I get it," He said solemnly. Not much emotion went into it, but a slight case of knowing was hidden in the meaning, and John could sense that Sam was smart enough and vigilant enough to catch it. He didn't know if he could trust her completely yet, but knowing that she could feel pain or at least anything at all was a start. Because people who are truly evil don't know what it's like to feel... And then he was pulled into his past again. The robber's eyes shown like beacons, a smirk on his lips. John grimaced visibly, coming back to the current world in a flash. When he looked up again, he frowned, realizing he had just cringed in front of the group. "Uh... sorry," He muttered, sincerely hoping no one had noticed him at all.

Sam had seen John's painfull stare, perhaps remembering something from his past or even from recent events. She nodded back, not saying anything knowing he would like to keep that private, but at least she knew someone understood. It may not have been someone she trusted, but it was someone in the world that knew and could understand just that. Her eyes turned to Chris, shrugging her shoulders "It's been that way for a few weeks, my friend, the original owner of this little base, died just a while ago" she told them, "maybe two weeks? The time passes so quickly, yet slowly that you don't bother to keep time, it doesn't matter when you're fighting for your own safety, not including you're meal and water." She put the game away and walked somewhat near the group, stilling keeping her distance. "It's not easy when you also got to make sure that it's even safe to eat," she closed her eyes and rubbed her tempales "and water, you gotta heat it up, remove the bacteria from it, the disease isn't heat resistance so it's safe, but i long for cool water." Sam thought about the days she would spend at home, playing outside on her tampoline and ask for a soda. Her mother would say no and hand her water, which Sam hated but drank anyways, and told her that water was so important. Sam learned now that it was, and safe drinking water was even more diffucult to get. You'll spend an hour getting to the store safely and back. Maybe another to get it all purified. "But if we helped each other, then we'll have a better chance at survival, just can't eat so much, no more big meals, just small cup fulls to get through the day, i'm not sure how long the food will last here..." she went into silence, looking down then back up at the group. "I don't trust any of you, but none of us can't stay here and expect to survive, we need to move to keep alive, maybe find a cure!" she spoke with some uncertainty in her words, but she knew they had to move "but we certainly can't stand here, i can hardly eat decent meals, sharing them with you all will not end well."

(rushed through this post, sorry)

Colby looked up from his corner.
"We could all stay at my place? There's a store down the road thatthe food hasn't completely expired in, and behind it is a lake." He offered, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He sighed. Having some company would clear the ai a bit, wouldn't it? He had numerous spare bedrooms anyways..Colby thought to himself.