They were closer and closer to the kitchen as Kaylah listened to Olivia speak. She smiled as the young one spoke but also made a sad face when she heard her say they are all gone now. They were soon in the kitchen though the first thing that happened was Olivia saying something.

Olivia: “What do you want?”

The woman in blue had no idea, normally she thought about her pets needs first but she only had one pet left plus the farm pets that were most likely hungry as well as her own. Since the farm was fully stocked most breakfast type meals could be made. Pancakes, cheese on toast, homemade hash browns and……… Her flow of thought had come to an end when Olivia spoke up again. While she had thought about that Bruiser had sniffed about the kitchen. 

Olivia: “The power still works, so hopefully nothing in here is spoiled. How about eggs and bacon? There looks to be enough in here for everyone.”

Kaylah: “A survivor breakfast, it would be a good way to get to know people. Do you think it would be a good idea to make breakfast for everyone? Sit around the table or something.”

It would be some weird family like time but with complete strangers who were all over the spectrum, aka the cold crazy guy in the attic and the young sweet thing in the kitchen with Kaylah. She was surprisingly happy for a world infested with the undead and the crazy psychos. For all she knew she could like Cat a lot, it was a scary thought but maybe she could get to know him and maybe he would not be so cold though understanding his background would help. She liked people so she was sure she would talk to Cat and Dog, did she dire put the two as one name, probably not.

With all this going on she final realized how clean the kitchen was, it was surprising. Was someone bored? Did someone have that cleaning trait where things had to be clean? It was a nice change and a real surprise it was clean. It was nothing like her house when the infected were not present. She worked nights, slept days and if she was up earlier than normal during days would do her weekly gaming show thing on the internet. In-between that she would feed, cleaned and walked her dogs. Mess would pile up but it was not extreme, it just was not clean enough to bring people around. As she remembered that she made another face which was a weird frown though she was looking away as she did it.

[i]‘Was I really that much of a pig?’[/i] she thought to herself.

Her face soon went to a neutral state once more though how could one tell behind her vial which was on, but why? Most likely a habit. Kaylah began to look for the dog food and cat food because of the cat they had. KK was gentle, she was sure the animals would know that, Bruiser certainly knew. As she looked she wondered if they were around, she would have looked but she had her head in the cupboard. One would probably find it strange but she was doing it. She could see red, blue, green, yellow and all sorts of coloured labelled goods. 

Kaylah soon looked elsewhere to see if she could find the pet food and she did, she looked in one of the lower cupboards. There was plenty of animal food which was food. She picked up a box of dry cat and dog food as well as some wet cat and dog food. She places it on the counter as she closes the cupboard doors. By this point she would normally be talking to her dogs or dog at this point but today was not one of those days. She could not afford to do it as she and Bruiser would get loud and the survivors did not need the attention. KK soon started to look around the kitchen to see if the cat and other dog were in the room. She looked like a ninja though her costume was of a ninja design. Her walk had a ninja flare to it and so did her posture. She was quite as she walked around the kitchen, of course with the dogs could hearing they would hear her.

Kaylah: “Whiskers are you in here? Marvin give me a sign you are here?”

There it was her thing about talking to animals. Most would call their names, but she would talk to them like they were people. Was shed mad? Possibly so or she just loved animals so much that she treated them like people, well close enough anyway. Bruiser was right next to Olivia, clearly the dog liked her a lot already.