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Whisper listened to Gabriel, Yashie, and finally Adrien speak. Yashie, the angry one with glasses. Diana, the second angry one. Thalia, the one who would likely blow her head off if she even dared to speak (which was not even a possibility for her). Solamon, the angry old man who would also try and blow her brains out. Adrien, the nice orange haired girl. Gabriel, the shirtless one who was kinda cute, but still very odd. She was confident now that she had figured out the basics of this strange little group.

She smiled a bit and walked behind Adrien as they followed Gabriel and Yashie. Whisper started writing on her notepad again, a few lines below her previous three questions. 'My name is Whisper. I am not infected.' She walked next to Adrien and showed her the paper, then ran a bit to catch up to Gabriel and show it to him as well. She didn't trust the others quite yet and besides, it wasn't like she may actually talk to them.

She looked around, hungry for any real food left in this store. Whisper was starving, making her thinner and paler then usual. But it was risky taking food. Maybe she could wait for them to see whether Terry whats-his-face was alive or not, then sneak away long enough to get some food or water. Was running water still available? Who knew! She started to fall back, not wanting to be in the center or front of the dysfunctional group.