[b]Emma - Building - Monica/Ellis[/b]

Emma had enjoyed the 2 days of rest Monica had allowed her. Even still, it nagged her that she was laying around while Enrique and the others where off only God knew where. When Monica woke her up that morning, she'd instantly felt the same soreness she experienced every time she'd tried to move over the past days. She pulled the thread-bare blanket over her shoulders, instantly reminded that her simple, black tank-top did nothing to keep the cold from her skin. 

When Monica left the room, Emma waited a couple beats before slipping from the bed. Her socks, which she didn’t dare to smell for fear of knocking herself, touched the wood floor and she could slightly feel a chill. She reached into her backpack pulling out her [url=http://s.stpost.com/eccstorefront/product_images/3788c/f_3788c_1.1.jpg]only spare shirt[/url], reminding herself that she'd have to find more clothes before long.

She slid her arms through the shirt, buttoning it to the second to last button. She didn't bother picking up her jacket; it was so tattered that it didn't serve a purpose any longer. She added a jacket to the list of things she needed, and stepped to the door. She opened the door and met Monica in the other room, wolfing down the plate she was given. 

Her eating was interrupted when Monica threw her hand up in caution. She glanced out the window and saw the boy: from what she could tell, her looked her age. His hair was a lighter shade of red than hers, but his face wasn't as hard set as hers. She guessed he probably wasn't as agressive as her, either.

The boy didn't look too threatening, but if she'd learned anything over the past 8 months, it was that people were naturally deceptive. Despite objections from Monica, Emma went to the back of the room, opening a window to the alley. She jumped to the ground, checking to make sure no walkers threatened her safety. She confirmed that she was good to go and rounded the building. 

She took her gun from her waistband, aiming it straight at the boy. She eyed his weapon and called for his attention. "Hey! Put it down, [i]now[/i]!"