Chantelle stepped up to her and giggled.
"Sweetheart, problem is since this crisis I have managed to survive too, which means we are perfectly capable of living. Also, who says I won't help? Me and Micah have our own supplies just for us aka alcohol and cigarettes but they won't stop us helping. Oh, I suppose you haven't raided a hotel nearby either, loads of fresh bedding and stuff. We know places you don't."