Benny could think back to a time that she could walk into so much as a store, and walk out with a new friend. She seemed to have the gift of gab, a sweet enough smile to make others comfortable with her. However, standing in the room with the first human she's seen in roughly two months - first male in she didn't even know how long - Benny couldn't fathom anything to say.
As he shifted, his shirt shifted from his abdomen, Benny's eyes eyeing his torso before she could control himself. Luckily his attention had been in buttoning his shirt, in the dim light Benny could see his fore arms were decorated in black ink. As he got closer to the candlelight, illuminating yet another wax flash light, Benny finally got a good look at his face. He looked like the type she would see in a fraternity around the corner from where she stayed in the sorority houses.
She couldn't help but to let her mind wander, how strange it was that if everything was normal again, Benny would've already made some flirty comment or invaded his personal space. An look of amusement came as quick as it when she told him her name, he increasingly seemed like the type to veil his emotions. Finally, he broke the silence again by saying his name was Dre...which was short for Andre.
Benny considered mentioning her name was Benita- but that wasn't much better than Benny. Andre was a nice name, it had a way of rolling off the tongue. She repeated his name to herself, although he probably heard her.
Seeing Andre begin to get comfortable, Benny let herself set down her rifle carefully. She planned on keeping it close in her sleep, that much was sure. However there was the problem of where to sleep. As if reading her mind, Andre mentioned sleep. Suddenly she felt acutely aware of a throbbing head ache. Surprisingly, Andre offered a spot on his makeshift bed, making Benny stumble with her words at first.
"T-That'd be nice." wishing she could face palm herself, Benny set down her back pack to rummage through.
Exhaustion would soon get the best of her, but Benny knew she needed the Angels watching over her tonight. Lacking discretion, Benny wrapped her rosary around her right hand, murmuring 'Hail Mary' and 'our Father' while she contained to pull out a blanket she used to cover her legs while she slept. Most of the time Benny slept sitting up, in a locked room, with a gun in her hand.
It felt strange, settling just inches away from Andre, using her backpack as a pillow.
"Goodnight....Benny." she heard him say as he turned his back to her. Doing the same, Benny reached out her hand, resting it on her Ruger.
"Goodnight, Dre Andre." already sleep was thick in her voice. After that they were silent, only the sound of each others breath filling the room.
Oddly comforted by the sign of human life nearby, Benny found herself falling asleep listening to the soft inhale/exhale of the male just within arms reach of her. The candle light offered somewhat peace of mind as she struggled to keep her eyes open, as if at last minute before she would slip into slumber a member of the undead would hop from the shadows. Praying this wasn't the case, slowly but surely she drifted into the blissful state of sleep. It had been a while since she had someone else to depend on to keep an ear out for trouble. As if knowing this, her body pulled her into the deepest sleep Benny had experienced in months. Unaware of her motions, once she reached the second REM cycle of sleep, her hand drew away from the gun, wrapping her arms around herself to warm herself. Searching for warmth, the slight female's human instincts betrayed her, making her turn to the man who she still was unsure she could trust. She snuggled in against him, blissfully unaware of how uncomfortable of a situation she was putting herself in. Her dreams ruled her mind, soft noises slipping past her slightly parted lips when she would move. But she stayed where she was, against Andre, enjoying the best sleep she'd had for months.
The girl that had been cornered seem to pick up quickly enough, fighting back the ones Levy hadn't gotten to. Although she was focused on the task on hand, watching the girl out of the corner of her eye.
'Nice' she thought to herself as she swung at the arm of a zombie that managed to catch her off guard just enough to grab ahold of one of her dreads that strayed from their ties.
A hand gripped her wrist, something Levy would usually take as a moment to panic, but the delicate fingers that wrapped around her wrist were warm, the touch from another human was so comforting to Levy she didn't even flinch as the girl tugged her arm and said,
"lets go." guiding her toward a row of houses.
She thought back to her supplies, tucked away in the house she had slept in earlier. Being tugged into a house, Levy felt relieved that the girl seemed to be compassionate enough to repay Levy the favor of saving her life in giving Levy temporary shelter. As she complimented Levy's swing, the dread head laughed lightly, "Thanks, it's easy to pick up on." She said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. The girl began to strip before her, throwing aside her bloodied clothes. It would be lying to saw she didn't peek, human curiosity made that impossible, but mostly she kept her eyes averted, looking at the pictures that lines the wall. There were pictures of their family, showing a mother and father and two girls. Twins- perhaps fraternal. They looked too close in age and similar in certain ways to not be, Levy deduced, then looking back to the girl who addressed herself as Adelaide, then Addi. "I hope you don't mind if I call you Adelaide, it's nice. Mine's Levy, with a 'y'..." She let her sentance hang, as if she wasn't sure why she had added that last tid bit. It was a usual way she would introduce herself back when things were normal, but now the quirky greeting seemed outdated.
Then verifying Levy's previous guess that Adelaide was offering her home as temporary shelter, the girl continued to say so, rummaging through her bag and withdrawing a decent sized fish. "Fish is great!" She enthused, nodding her head with a slight smirk. The girl moved into the kitchen, then disappearing for a moment to return speaking into a Walkie talkie. From what Levy could pick up it seemed like it was her sister, the twin from the picture she assumed.
Levy walked into the kitchen once the girl returned, looking over what seemed like a very nice home to raise your children in. How sad now they had to defend zombies from the same home. "You're home is really cute, thanks for lending me shelter." Again she thought of her supplies, "I left my things at this house, when I get to it tomorrow I'm probably going to hunting. Would you be interested in going with?" She asked, eyeing the girl. She seemed young, she was very pretty and friendly. Probably had a fun time in high school. In a way she reminded Levy of herself at that age. Instinctually, already Levy wanted to extend her help to the girl.