[Center]Remy & Olivia [/center]

"Excuse me," Olivia said in response to Dog. "Wouldn't it be better for there to be at least two people on watch at all times and for us to do shifts?" She looked around at everyone, wondering if they had the same thoughts as she did; she did not like the idea of this "guys" twin brother being the only one on watch. There was something off about him, that was for sure. 

"Not only that, but I think we need to let the owner of this place chime in before we go making huge decisions," Remy added. "Like Ash said, we're going to do a check around the boundaries of the fence, make sure we're still in the clear. This is also something we need to have a regular schedule for, and maintaining the animals and crops and bringing in the food they provide."

He looked over at Dog. "No more incidents like with what happened to that dog, infected or not. Keep him in line." Nobody else seemed to want to say it, so Remy knew he had to speak up. If Cat started to torture anything else, be it animal or human... they would have to make the twins leave, or at the very least only Cat. For the safety of the rest of them... and if Cat refused to leave... Remy shook his head. He did not want to think about stuff like that just yet. 

[Center]Lloyd[/center]

Lloyd walked out of his bedroom, feeling disoriented and feverish. He had not felt right since he first got back to the farm and found out what that lunatic did to his dog. His nightmares about end times were not helping either. He went about his morning rituals only halfheartedly and the sluggishly dragged himself into the kitchen where he was surprised to see most of the group, minus 3 or 4 people. He was thankful Cat was nowhere to be seen. 

"Oh..." He rubbed the back of his neck and eyed everyone nervously. "Sorry I've been absent the last couple days." He blushed and busied himself, grabbing a plate of food and sitting down. Though, he only picked at the bacon and barely ate any of the eggs. 

"Thanks for the food," he said, to whoever had cooked it. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, which was odd because the interior of the house was rather cool. Someone had opened up some windows to air the place out.