**Samantha - The House**

After settling in and going through most of the belongings inside of the house, Samantha had made her way over to the couch and dusted it off before laying down on it and using her jacket as a pillow. She thanked god for having her stayed at such a small size because now, she could lay down on some couch and have enough room to move around. 

It was strange how during these days, she had found herself thanking her so called god for little and random things such as finding cans of food, or finding a blanket in an old forgotten apartment. Thinking about this, Samantha slowly drifted into unconsciousness. It was still quite early, with the sun still setting, but since she had volunteered to take a watch she had decided to hit the hay earlier than the others. That and she hadn't slept since the thugs had taken her and her sister.

Although she had fallen asleep early and fairly easily, Samantha didn't have a good nights sleep. Images of her sister kept popping up in her dreams, along with blood and the groans of the biters. Unfortunately, Sam had had to make some tough calls while having her own group by the university. Those tough calls followed her in her dreams every night. The sound of their guns going off and the sight of people getting shot or being left out with the biters haunting her every time she went to sleep. The others tried to comfort her by telling her that it was necessary. That if they didn't do it, they'd all be dead. 

Her dreams went on until she felt something touch her. Sam had never been a deep sleeper. As she began to shake softly, she reached up and grabbed Abram's arm with both of her hands. Even though he was a much bigger man than her, Sam would have done all she could have to get away. Fortunately she remembered where she was and with who she was, and with an apologetic smile, she let go of him and stood up muttering about how she wasn't a kid. 

With a yawn, Samantha stretched and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She grabbed her jacket and made her way over to the kitchen where there was a bit more light from the moon. "You've been busy" she muttered as she saw the table with his stuff on it. She lazily walked over to the counter where she had originally left her pistol and jumped up, sitting next to it. From here, she'd be able to get a good look out of the window without being seen. "Go to sleep. I'll be waking you up when the sun rises so we can make a supply run." The young woman rubber her eyes and blinked a few times to fully wake up. She wouldn't really wake him up too early. She'd let him get the same hours of sleep she got. He'd need his energy if he planned on keeping up with her.