by ScarsLove » January 10th, 2013, 3:17 am
"Well, I'm Ariana." Replied the girl as she bent over and carefully sheathed her hunting knife on her boot. Afterwards she looked around the dark back room of the gun store. On the floor was a muddy brown tarp. Probably used to cover up extra boxes in storage when the place was still in business. She wrapped it around herself and walked back into the main room where Micheal stood with his military stove and sleeping bag. "I think I'll stay up. I don't feel particularly comfortable staying in this place, especially with a man I barely know," She emphasized on the last part of her sentence, casting Micheal a leery gaze , "This tarp will suffice for me. As for you...well... you're on your own....Oh and a word of advice. I wouldn't suggest sleeping in the front room. You'll look like a snack on display for those zombies out there.