Walking was never an activity Alicia Lochner, aka Moon, liked. It was painful, boring, and generally pointless. Even after the Zombie Apocalypse, her views of the activity hadn't increased in the slightest, the only thing that seemed to happen was she had company and they got attacked, A great way to improve any activity. She thought as she trudged with her group. Now Dusty Cuddy-Wilson, aka Dust, wasn't too much better, but was when it came to the view. He wondered how a hippie couldn't like walking, but she kept saying it was a torture, not walking. They were not very close to each other, both in relationship and in physical proximity. Alicia was closer to the younger children, as protected them was her basic instinct when the Zombies has attacked them a while ago, while Dusty was standing near the older people, but closest to William, the leader.
Moon was wearing her white t-shirt with jeans, a light brown jacket with a pot leaf painted on, and a sparkling pink scarf. She liked what she wore, it made her feel happy, not to mention the blood stain from the zombie's created a cool looking pattern on it. Dust was in a more basic get-up with jeans, V-neck and his backpack. When they had met, Moon offered him pot, and he droned on about how they could be attacked and yada-yada-yada.
With Dust being one of the only members that had some medical experience, he was unofficially the group's doctor, making sure cuts got looked at and taken care of. It'd be a shame to die in a Zombie fight because of an infection. He would say as a weird catch-phrase. He glanced at everyone after the fight, and then when Devan had announced that she would take Moon and raid a liquor store and they got food. "Hold up, Devan. Shouldn't we see if everyone in the group is alright first before raiding?" He looked and saw that she was still going, now with Moon in tow. "Well, nice to know she cares about health. Did anyone fall or get cut, or anything else I ask after every fight? If so, you know the drill, come here and let me have a look."
With Dust talking, Moon had began to follow Devan to the liquor store. She thought it was great, as these store's usually sold wrapping papers, and she was running low. If she ran out, all she had left in her van was three bongs, two batches of brownies, and a Hookah in case of group therapy. She rather liked her company, even if it got annoying after a while. She had Drops in her hand, and after checking her bullets, she knew she had enough. Once she caught up to her, she began, "So, nice bat work back there. Bet they never saw it coming." She spoke in a very base tone, not showing many emotions, had she been high at the time, she wouldn't have spoken at all. "So, scale from one to ten; Chances that I'll find some jewelry in there?"