Emma sat down the same way, setting her backpack by her side, holding on to it tightly. She didn't necessarily trust them. It was very hard to make her trust someone. However she felt comfortable with them at least. "I'll say a little."She replied. She swallowed hard. There wasn't one time when she had ever told anyone anything about herself or her life. " My name's Emma. I've been on my own since I was around nine or ten. Umm... I have some experience with the infected monster-things but I can't hold my own with the REALLY huge ones that well and I usually run for it instead of trying to fight it. I did kill one once though! I haven't talked to people in at least two years except for a couple of guys chasing me down the street for some reason I don't even know. My birthday's in a couple of days and I really like tomato soup with crackers." Emma scratched her head after that little explanation. Maybe she wasn't the best story teller. If it was a life story he wanted, it was not what he was going to get. She tried not to think about life with her parents and brother. It had been very traumatizing watching them die and she did not want to talk about it. 

"Oh! I forgot to mention."She wasn't sure telling them this was such a good idea. Emma hoped they truly weren't malicious people. "I have asthma."She pulled over her blue, dirt-stained backpack and rummaged through it. She took out an inhaler. "It hasn't been giving me problems lately but I guess you never know. I took whatever medicine I had left and I've been using it sparingly. I have quite enough right now but I find any more of it so there's a chance my days are numbered if I happen to run out of medicine and have an attack. "She explained. "I haven't had one in years but can't say it's impossible."