The girl from the music store-- Charlie-- smiled as she began to walk alongside Denny "Join me? I could really use someone to watch my back for me." Despite the lack of clear visibility, this was the first time Denny had ever had a real chance to study the girl's face. She used to go to the record store all the time, the occasional DJing gig demanded it, but still, she was only just a familiar face in the store, the two had never spoken before. It was a miracle Danny had recognized her at all, especially with the world seeming to fall apart.

[i]Weird you never noticed! She's actually quite pretty.[/i]

Denny suppressed the thought as she began to walk with the girl, falling into pace. "Oh-- sure!" Danielle didn't show it, but she had actually grown accustomed to something of a solitary life-- at least, when she was still homeless. But some of Pete's wisdom bubbled to her mind when Charlie asked for the company, he believed, if this truly was going to get worse, she would need to rely on others to survive. It was corny-- but that was Pete, she'd have followed his advice to the ends of the earth. Denny noticed Charlie's frown, glancing back.

"Something the matter?" she found herself looking back, only to be greeted with an ever growing crowd of the... infected. "Oh... right." Denny's tone was somber, she licked her lips before continuing, as if calculating what to say, "They're... they're sick. They ain't what we need to worry about right now though," She looked back again, as if sizing the crowd up, "I just doubled back here from the freeway... The cars were just... frozen, and then... then...Cops are shooting people... People are shooting people and... and the riots downtown-- no one was getting... the sickness, however it spreads, biting? Or the air? I don't know, but I saw healthy people die... and when they fall down, they just..." She hadn't realized she was crying, Denny wiped the tear away before continuing, "They just come back... sick..." Another tear fell, she wiped her face with her arm and sniffled as they walked. 

After a moment, Denny laughed a little, "Sorry... that got a little heavy, didn't it?" She said in her characteristic, airy voice, she gave a dry chuckle before continuing, "The dead are umm..." She gave a little sniffle, getting rid of any leftover tears, "What's the right word? Slow? Yeah, as long as we stay out of the crowd, and umm, look for any dark places they could be, we should be fine. I think rioters and the cops will be more dangerous."

The pair continued for a moment before Danielle spoke up again, "I think we should get, umm, a car?"