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Danni kept quiet as the older man spoke, her head tilted softly as she listened. It must have been lonely traveling by onesself... All alone. For a split second the blonde wondered if she could ever do it... No... Definatly not. She craved being close to people, since her family was taken from her all she ever craved was people to be around. Even though the camp only offered minimal socialization, she still felt safe there.

A soft glint of sadness appeared in her scarlet eyes as she looked to Barley on her shoulder. Barley - her stuffed dog - was the only remnense she had left of her old family. Her mother had given him to her when she turned 14, and she had kept it since. When she found out that her family had perrished back in their old home, she turned to Barley for comfort. When she talked to him, it always seemed that those stitched in brown eyes offered the guidance her mother and father once did. She wasn't crazy, not in the least.

"Well, you're doing a goood job so far." She whispered, her voice masked by the groans of the infected. Keeping her eyes glued to the area infront of her, she kept one hand on her bag, scilencing it, and the other on the handle of her Colt, ready to strike when and only when it was necessary.