Her confidence could use some work Carmen thought as she walked away. She spotted a small milk cart on the other side of the room as she walked, grabbed it and brought it back. Using it as a makeshift chair, she sat on the opposite end of the table. "Then we'll leave in the morning," she said. "With luck, we'll make it back without too much trouble. The other scavengers I was with, well, they should have dispersed the walkers far enough to give us an opening." 

Carmen tilted her head ever so slightly at the can. "I think ... you could use that much more than me. Don't get offended, but you're really all skin and bones," she said. Checking the door, Carmen was relieved to see that nothing was pounding against the employee door. She wasn't sure just how long it'd hold. "I think it'd only be fair for me to explain the quarantine city before you get there. There are people - living people - who live there. However, each city, from what I've heard is ruled under martial law. Guards have unrestricted authority, curfew, rations, the works. Once you're in, you can't really leave per say.

"To be honest, while the dead can't get in, supplies are scarce. Which is why you have scavenger-guards like me. There are rural quarantined cities we traded with, but the routes are swarmed. Send out a caravan, and that'd be that. No word or anything. Just gone. With that, do you still want to come with me? You'll have to adapt - quickly. Everyone pulls their weight."

The room had certainly darkened from the conversation. It wasn't the guards intention, but telling the girl now instead of hearing it from a senior guard was certainly kinder. Cracking a thin smile, Carmen tapped her hand against the table. "Don't let me scare you away though. The safety of the walls is worth the excessive rules."