[b] Noah - Haywood - Daniel, Anthony, Abram[/b]

[u]Before time skip.[/u]

Noah finally gave a breath of relief as the two soldiers put their rifles down. They weren't going to die today, that was always good. He gave a small smile as one soldier gave a small excuse. Noah could forgive him, he had witnessed what some people would do these days. After Daniel introduced himself and Abram and gave his crowbar back, Noah strapped the crowbar back onto his belt and looked back at the two. "I'm Noah, and this is my son Anthony," Noah said, indicating Anthony with his hand. "We've been on our own for a while and honestly I don't think we would've made it out of that situation so, thank you." Noah gave a pause, consider what he should say next. 

"If you'd allow us to stay here, we can prove useful. I can fight if needed but more importantly I can cook which seems to be needed. You'll see us as honest people and will be able to trust us." Anthony looked over at his father, raising an eyebrow. He was obviously a bit surprised by Noah saying this, but Noah was sure of it. He knew especially after what just happened that they wouldn't be able to live on their own for long let alone their food situation too. Anthony gave a breath and gave a short nod. He too acknowledged that this needed to be done.

[u]After time skip.[/u]

[b] Noah - Haywood[/b]

The next week for Noah felt rough, but seemed to go without incident. He worked in the kitchens and did the best with what he had to make satisfactory meals, which was very hard several times. Haywood didn't have many supplies as Daniel had said, but it was enough to last them this long. Nevertheless, Noah did his best to appear trustworthy, but many still seemed like strangers. His trouble with remembering names didn't help at all. In the end though the place was safe, and that was good enough for Noah. They were on one side of the walls, and the dead were on the other. As long as that didn't change they would be safe. 

Noah continued walking down the road back to the kitchens, stepping through a door on the side of the building. Inside he didn't see anyone, as expected. Noah sat down at a table and leaned back in his chair, pulling out a book that he had found. He had always liked to read, and he had no time to do it while they were going around Louisiana for this past year. These breaks were always satisfying. In a bit he would have to stop and start looking at what he could make today which hopefully wouldn't be too much of a challenge this time.

[b] Anthony - Haywood[/b]

Anthony's transition into Haywood wasn't as graceful as Noah. He was only 14, yet he had grown accustomed to this world. He give little trust to anyone especially the ones who appeared nice and friendly. Staying in the small room that was given to them was the main place Anthony stayed, only coming out if he was needed or couldn't handle sharpening his knife anymore. Such as the circumstance was now as Anthony finally left the room, sheathing his dagger. Staying in this place was uncomfortable to him. The dead were constantly near and the only thing blocking them was a wall. He kept imagining just one tiny little gap that the Walkers would exploit as soon as they realized it was there. Anthony shivered, maybe staying near the wall today was a bad idea. No, best to walk around the interior and keep out of sight of the wall.