[b]Shannon Greene & James Feryana - Walking the Streets[/b]

James' joke fell flat. Shannon didn't even crack a smile. It was not that she didn't appreciate the attempt at humor, but she was in no mood for any of that so soon after Lexi. "No jokes until we know we are safe," she said, perhaps a bit more harshly than she intended.

When James asked about their direction, Shannon shrugged and pulled a compass out of her backpack. She attempted a smile now, hoping to smooth over her previous words. "I don't think you're crazy," she said, holding out the compass to show her new companion. "How about West for now?" West was basically left, so Shannon started walking in that direction. "And for the record, slow and cautious."

Shannon spied a large number of shops lining the street. She hoped they would find a more suburban part of the city eventually. Having only arrived in New Orleans a few days ago, Shannon knew very little of the city. Even before the outbreak, Shannon hadn't even visited the state of Louisiana before. She had lived her entire life in New York before moving to that backwater town in Arkansas. When shit started hitting the fan, her and Danny had attempted to make their way to New York but had gotten separated somewhere in Nashville. Since then, Shannon had drifted slowly South. A few of the groups she had been with had expressed an interest in finding a boat along the coastline, so that had eventually become Shannon's plan too. With Lexi, Shannon had hoped to settle in New Orleans a bit before seriously looking for transportation across water, but of course that plan had gone to shit. Now with someone else, Shannon had no idea what to do from here.

"I was wondering," she said, eyeing James' knife. "Have you used that knife much? I mean, do you know how to fight?"