[b]"Jenna Delany. Recent human turned into a walking carpet."[/b] She replied to Jeff when he asked for her name. She followed quietly behind both of her new 'friends', making sure to watch out for zombies as she gripped her pistol tightly in her right hand. She took a moment to get a look at both of them in the process. Gerald appeared to be friendly enough, and as far as she was concerned, if he was telling the truth about having a safe house she'd probably stick with him and whoever else was there, at least for awhile. Now, Shouty McShout pants, or Jeff, was a bit of a different story. He looked like your typical teenager that didn't really have any idea what he was doing or how bad this situation really was. Granted, she didn't take it too seriously herself, but at least she get get others killed in the process. She didn't hate the guy, but she'd continue to mess with him.[b]"Sorry if I seem a bit irritated, by the way. Haven't had the best day today, no thanks to you McShout pants."[/b]

[b]"So, how much longer until we get to the church? I'm not from around here."[/b] She asked Gerald, as she climbed over the fence, trying to put as little strain on her shoulder as possible.

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Cristoph followed Alice into the church yard quietly. She mentioned a paramedic, but from the way her voice trailed off, he guessed he was no longer with them, which prompted him to give a sigh. So much death, and he, as a doctor who usually helped people, could do nothing. It might make most other people angry. He, however, instead felt a mix of self loathing, and melancholy. It started on the day at his clinic, when his patients first began to turn, though he didn't start feeling completely this way until after he had arrived home...after she had...He forced the thought out of his head and focused back on Alice. At least, perhaps, he could help these people.

[b]"So how many of there are you here?"[/b] He asked Alice as she led him into the church.