Once the girl spoke, something immediately clicked for Ethan.  He realized he wasn't alone, and that everyone had lost somebody to this horror.  He wasn't the only one, it took her distance from him for him to start to realize just how ridiculous he was being.  No one wanted a sob story as everyone now had one, they all just wanted to survive...somehow.  He let the stranger walk back away from him as he stood in thought for a moment, then, once he was satisfied with his wife being buried, he followed her.  She didn't go far, but it was clear to him that she didn't know what she was doing.  She was just...doing.  

"You don't want to go that way," he told her.  That way led to the horde they had just recently escaped.  Whether the dead were still out there or not, that way also led to the entrance gate.  He wasn't sure how the situation was out there, but he knew there once were a lot of angry people not but a few days ago.  Dead or not, they seemed a little unfriendly to anyone.

He was debating within himself to tell her of the safehouse he was from.  Yeah, he owed her his life, but on the one hand she seemed very independent, and on the other he didn't know a thing about her.  Even though he didn't know a thing about the others he was surviving with back at the farmhouse, he could tell they were decent people.  He had to find out if she would be a problem before any conflict arose, though his instincts told him she was just trying to get by.

"What do I call you?" He asked.  He didn't ask her name because he felt she didn't want to get close, maybe even so with a nickname, but he didn't really care to much.  Either she needed help, or she was going to die.

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Dallen sat in his perch simply waiting.  He wanted to be out there, doing something.  Though, he knew his place was here for now.  If those people came back by, he was the only one ready to fight back.  He owed these people nothing, however, they were the first group he met that seemed decent besides the twins he met in the tunnels.  He wondered if they were okay, and sort of wished he brought them along.  A couple kids on their own was horrible, but he left them and that was that.  Every man for himself.  The main thing that kept him here was the fact that they had a farm, which meant food and other supplies.  He had whole hearted intention of using them, then going back out on his own.  But how long would he last on his own, he wondered.

"I'm taking over," came Raven's voice as she climbed up to his position.  "You need rest, Mr.Lawyer."

"I'm in my prime," he told her, notioning with a hand for her to leave.

She swapped his hand away and slightly shoved his shoulder.  

"You're a human, not a machine," she said.  "Seriously, rest.  I'm starting to believe those baddies won't be coming back after all."

"Oh, they'll be back," was his response.

"Then you need rest."

Maybe she was right.  He submitted, simply lying back in a stack of hay.  He motioned a hand as to say, go ahead.

"Well if you're gonna stay up here while you rest," Raven started.  "Maybe we should talk a little.  Get to know..."

"No, that's okay," Dallen replied.  He closed his eyes and lay his head back into the hay.

"Ugh, figures," Raven said.