[b]Farren North – Methodist Hospital – Buck/John/Victoria[/b]

Farren looked a bit skeptically at the man. If he’d not met any other survivors, how did he know most survivors might not be on the up and up? Why wouldn’t he assume they were good people in the first place? She chewed her bottom lip, trying to truly understand the man’s position, but she couldn’t see what big risk he might be taking against a woman with a kid and a man with hammer, against the man’s gun. 

Her eyes moved to the walkie talkie he held, calling a girl named Victoria and saying there were survivors. “I need my bag… and I really wouldn’t like to be far from Buck. No offense but he greeted me with a lot more warmth and risked his life for my son and me.” Farren moved to take the bag off John’s shoulder, putting it over her own and shifting uncomfortably and making Dean start to whine a little before she bounced him several times til he fell back asleep. She sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes and listening as their host introduced himself and explained one of his people he knew had died. She simply nodded, understanding.

Soon, a red headed girl came down, who looked like she was upset despite her smile. Farren mentally labelled her younger than her age, perhaps 15, and managed a small tired smile. “Hi,” Farren said softly back. Farren turned back to John though, hearing the tone of Buck’s voice getting frustrated. Okay, time to smooth everything with common sense. “I’m sorry John,” the woman said wearily. “But it’s the middle of the night. I think any questions and motivations or whatever ya’ll are looking for can wait til morning right? Lock us in a room with a bathroom if it makes you feel safe. But please know, there’s nothing to worry about from us. We just wanted to find refuge. And other welcoming survivors,” she added, a little smirk on her lips.