[center][i]~Olivia~[/i][/center]

She was startled out of her thoughts when Kaylah suddenly spoke to her. Olivia had no idea the woman was even awake. Her internal clock told her it was very early in the morning, probably around 6 or 7am. Growing up on a farm, Olivia had a good sense of the time, even now. She looked over at the girl who was now wearing a strange pink outfit and hesitantly smiled. 

"Oh, I'm Olivia." She brushed her hair out of her eyes and sighed, as if releasing all her built up stress. "You're Kaylah, right?" The introductions had been a little hurried the first day everyone came together, so it was no wonder that her roommate forgot her name. She climbed out of her bed and walked toward the door that led into the hallway. It was pretty quiet, so she assumed most people were still asleep.

"I'm going to the kitchen to get something to eat. Will you come with me?"

---

[center][i]~Remy~[/i][/center]

He was wide awake when Mercy got up and tried to sneak around the room. He watched her for a moment, though turned away and snuggled with the dog that had climbed into his bed last night. Marvin, was it? The half pitbull, half black lab seemed wary of most people, especially considering what happened to his canine companions... with the undead and then with what that man Cat did, but he had taken a liking of Remy almost right away. It was comforting to him to sleep in a real bed and have a warm body to snuggle against, even if that body belonged to a furry dog.

Remy looked over at the bunk beds, noting the lump under the sheets. Ash was still sound asleep, or else she was also pretending like he was. 

Mercy soon left the room, leaving the bathroom free. He got out of bed and quietly made his way to the shower. The water on his sore, naked form felt like... well, it was a feeling that was so good, that there was not a proper word for it. Once he was finished, he dried off and put on some of the clothes Lloyd had given him. Just a plain pair of blue jeans and a baby blue tee-shirt.

Out of habit, he also put on his bullet proof vest.

As he was walking toward the door of their room, he tripped over his duffel bag that held all the supplies he had taken from the LAPD headquarters so many months ago. The sound that came from the bag was really jarring in the dead silence of the morning.

"Oh real graceful," he muttered under his breath.