She couldn't help but allow a small smirk appear on her lips as he mentioned people being crazy.

“Yeah,” she agreed. 

She watched as he sat down, catching his breath after their little race. She felt his dark eyes peer over her. She tensed slightly.

"...You aren't infected, are ya? I mean, I don't think you are- you ran too good- but I gotta ask.”

“No,” she said simply, “I'm clean.”

The guy spoke about missing a stray zombie, the one she remember she fled from while he was perusing her. She felt foolish. She knew damn-good-n-well that they alert more if they see someone, but she also lacked any real skill with her knife. She could always have shot it, but that would've been worse. More importantly, he spoke of a mini-mall. This got her attention and she really began to listen intently. 

Supplies is what she needed, well, it seemed what both of them needed. Then the question came.

"Hey, ya wanna go with me?”

Alexis thought back to when the last time she heard those words from a guy's mouth. It was summer, two, maybe three years ago. She remembered it was at school and Brian, yes, Brian Young asked her to goto the dance just like that. He was a nice guy, a bit rough around the edges but so were most the guys in the area. Chance, her brother, though, wouldn't have that. He was far too intimidating a man to allow anyone to be around his little sister. 

Smiling at the memory as if it was a fairy tale she had just recalled she returned to reality. The reality was now the decision wasn't as simple or as pleasant as weather or not to goto a dance. It was life or death. She could place her trust in him, and he could turn on her, or use her as a sacrifice if things went south. It was hard to tell. She weighed her options for several silent moments as he rephrased his words in an act she could only attribute to nerves. 

“Very well,” she finally said as she stood up. 

She extended her left hand, her right hand still wrapped in a bloody tshirt, “Alexis. My friends used to call me Alex.”