"Uhmm" Alexander started and walked up to the rest of the group after looking at the dead body for a little while. "I think we should get inside and continue or little chat" he said and walked passed them towards the dinner. "Ya'll welcome inside if you want, its safer than outside" He turned around and walked backwards as he spoke. "But I'm locking the door in 10 minutes, so I suggest that you decide quick." Whit that Alexander turned around and quickly walked into the restaurant. Luckily there was no zombies inside so he closed the door after him and walked straight into the kitchen.

"I'll need this, and this and this" Alexander mumbled as he opened a shelf and started to take out knife after knife, his sword was back home, that had to wait for later. A small suitcase made of metal was where all the knifes was putt.

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Alexandra watched the chef, who she knew shared almost the same name as her, walk off back into his restaurant and she frowned. Shaking off a questioning thought she turned her attention back to the girl dressed in military garb in front of her.

She saw the old veteran whose car she had fixed up come out. And then watched the man who had been with the blonde women drive a large truck towards them. She took a step back, as did the two men flanking her, and watched as the man (whose name by now she had deduced as being Peter) hop out of the back with a duffel bag. He walked right up to her and handed it to her.

As she watched him blush and retreat she couldn't help but smile. It was really quite funny how men had that reaction to her. Feeling the bag's hefty weight she handed it off to Liam. The much stronger Irishman took it and peered inside, giving a satisfied grunt before closing it up again.

"Dope and beer," He said in his usual gruff tone, knowing that Alex would understand the terminology. She smiled. "How much?"

"Enough to take down an old-time Buffalo Herd."

"Then I suppose I owe you a thanks for your generosity," Alexandra stated bluntly, turning her head back to Finn.