[b]“Mercy?!”[/b] Someone came running from the fence and crashed into the blonde woman, apparently someone very important to her. [i]Mercy. So that's her name. It's gotta be short for... what, exactly?[/i] Leaning heavily on Tony as they watched the reunion, Chris imagined how she would react if separated from him – only to quickly cut those thoughts short. She didn't want to imagine that. 

Tony held her upright with an arm around her waist, reducing the pressure on her knees, but she felt weaker with exhaustion the longer she remained standing. 

Brushing aside the distrustful look from Mercy's friend – her name, Chris learned, was Ash – they listened to the breakdown. [b]“What's going on here? What's the situation?”[/b] Before anyone could fill the newcomers in, one of the odd pair appeared from inside the house and announced it was clear. Chris added one cat and one dog to her survivors' head count... but she was starting to lose track. She looked over the group before her; Blue was missing, though a scan of the farm grounds found her heading towards the shed. 

“Right,” Chris muttered, then cleared her throat and faced the group. That woman, Ash, wanted an explanation. “Rough count, there's... twelve, thirteen survivors here, more if you count animals. The fence is good, but if we're gonna stay, it'll need to be reinforced.” She gestured around the farm as she explained, pointing with her bloodied baton and glancing back at the survivors between sentences to assure they were listening. “Grounds are clear, animals all survived, 'cept the dog. Lloyd Mathews,” she pointed to him. “This is your farm, that's your dog.” She dropped her arm and took a breath, frowning in thought. “Everything else seems good. Just gotta clear all the dead infected out of the house and the grounds. If we line them up outside the fence, might help mask our presence here.”

With little else to say, she looked over the group again. Tony watched her, smiling, then turned to the others. “My name's Anthony Harper, but please call me Tony. This is Chris.” He offered Mercy a smile and pointed towards the well. “Your arrows are over there, all cleaned, if you still want those.”

They were silent, then, allowing the others to absorb the information; this was likely the first moment of relative peace any of them had experienced in a while. There was an unspoken agreement among the survivors that they would be living on Mathew's farm for the time being... but how long would Chris be comfortable with that? At least for a good while she had no choice; she hadn't stopped running for so long, and food was so scarce, if she didn't rest soon Tony worried she might fall ill.

He knew her, though, and he knew she already realised how limited their time at the farm would be. No doubt she was thinking of restocking and moving out as soon as she had the energy.