"Shouting would be idiotic. Unless you want to die, you try and remain as quiet as possible." Chantelle felt his hand and watched his eyes, a smile spreading along her lips.
"This should be safe enough until you're healed a bit. Its a pretty sturdy house, thick walls and strong windows. Doubt anyone would hear us unless we shouted." Chantelle spoke, still playing with her gun and making sure the safety was on.
"You get on the sofa, just to make yourself more comfy." Chantelle went and barricaded the back door and any other possible entrance before coming back and sitting on the arm of the sofa, paying with her pistol incase it got hectic and someone tried getting in.
"You do make me laugh. I am not having a child. You can fuck that" Chantelle laughed, standing up and blocking the door a bit more and drawing the curtains on the windows. The undead couldn't see or hear them so they were safe.