"No" the younger of the two older white gentlemen was the first to respond to her, he seemed annoyed, like an exhausted parent having to deal with questions from children, "I seem to have hit a roadblock and don't have a destination picked-out anymore. Seems I've already talked myself out of looking for a government hand-out and Yuri here talked me out of going into town to look for survivors."

He motioned to another individual... Yuri... That was the older one's name, that was distinctly eastern European. That brought an interesting question into Denny's mind-- what about the rest of the world? America was a powerhouse, but it wasn't the only, nor the most powerful in the world. Was the rest of the world okay? Hell, even ignoring east Europe-- what abut the east coast? She hadn't been getting any [i]raw information[/i] about... anything. Not recently at least.

"Huh... well..." She shifted uncomfortably, she didn't need the gun, these were just people gathering, not really sure of where to go next, like her, "It'll cramp, but... I don't think the owners would mind if you, umm," She raised her hands in a weak air quote, a slight smirk forming on her face, " 'borrowed' a few cars... I've slept in worse places, and.. well I think, being able to move quickly is good, y'know? That... and the government can't be completely gone yet, right? So being near a radio has to be good." She glanced at Charlie, realizing neither of them discussed their plans for survival, "Well, that's what I was thinking of doing-- for a while at least."

Out of the corner of her eye, Denny noticed the guy with his swords moving to speak, "We don't want to go to the fort. Everyone who made it out of that damn blockade fiasco is heading there. It only takes one person being ignorant to how this plague works, one person thinking they can fight their fever, and that entire population will be compromised. if we're gonna stay in a group like this, we've got to find a middle ground until we can build something permanent. Not too many, not too few. Safety in numbers, Danger in communicability. We should find something big and easily closed off. Something the few of us can defend and easily take to the rooftops to find food and other supplies. What's more, we don't know what kind of system those soldiers are gonna be using. If food starts to become a commodity, can we trust the strong, organized group with guns to protect and serve like they should? Or will they do what they feel they need to in order to survive? No. We have to trust eachother. And we definitely cant trust any sort of militant group. What's more, we shouldn't deliberate too long. As people realize they are trapped in this city there will be more and more looting. We need to hit the major targets first. The best places would be organized or institutionalized facilities since they would have supplies for living and caring for people who cant leave. thats us now. We've got to take over something like that. And we have to do it fast."

He quickly moved away after he said his piece, Denny found herself staring in silence for a moment, giving another glance to Charlie, as if to say [i]'What!?'[/i] A part of her recognized, that if this did indeed become an absolute worst case scenario then... maybe? But she wasn't ready to give up on the government yet. What was baffling is how... out there... it all seemed, so suddenly.

"... Right," Danielle muttered, to no one in particular. Her eyes wandered to the younger male leaning against the wall, and the red-headed girl, both looking apathetic... perhaps rightly so. She looked back to man who had first responded to her, he seemed like he most... 'in the know' about what was going on here.

"So... are you all a group? Are you guys related or friends, or something?"