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I'LL NEVER LAY DOWN,
Jethro had been moving in a northerly-ish direction for a couple of weeks. Sometimes he had to backtrack to avoid a large group of zombies, so how far he'd gone, he wasn't sure. He wasn't exactly familiar with Australia, so he didn't know where he was, let alone where he was going. He'd left Melbourne behind, and that was the only place he'd somewhat got to know.
A wall loomed in the distance, piquing Jethro's interest. It looked like it had been built since the start of the outbreak, but that was just an assumption. There was a lot of flat ground between where he was and the wall, something he didn't like. However, if he could get inside -- either there were survivors there, or a lot of zombies. Either way, there were bound to be supplies, and there had to be some supplies in there somewhere.
Much to Jethro's surprise, albeit pleasant surprise, there wasn't a zombie in sight in either direction he looked. Not any that were moving, anyways. He passed a few that had been beheaded, or their brains impaled with various objects, but none moving as far as he could tell. That didn't stop him from veering a ways away from them to pass them, though. He didn't want to take any chances, and at first sight of a 'live' one, he'd be booking it toward the wall.
Heart racing and sweat droplets dripping down the side of his face and back of his neck, he finally reached the wall, and began following the perimeter. He saw some footprints in a few places that looked fairly recent, but he wasn't sure if they were zombie footprints or live, human footprints. Eventually, he stumbled upon two metal doors that he assumed led into whatever was beyond. He paused, looking around. Not a zombie in sight, and things were pretty quiet. Gulping, he hesitantly called out. "H-hello? Is... is anyone alive in there that can hear me?" and was ready to book it if a stream of zombies suddenly came rushing out of the doors. Taking a few steps back, he balanced himself on the balls of his feet, legs ready to spring in the opposite direction of the entrance.
Post by Alexandria Winters on Feb 8, 2015 23:08:25 GMT 10
With the wind in my face All problems disappear
Lex wasn't a huge fan of sentry duty. Standing still for ages looking out at the road was boring at the best of times, let alone when there hadn't been anything interesting for a few days. She'd enjoyed Sanctuary since she arrived, and she understood that this was something that needed doing, however she'd much rather be out scavenging or doing runs to new towns to see if they'd been looted yet.
It was such that instead she had taken to running a track around the wall, rather than wait atop it. She worked out she could do a full run around before anything dead would manage to stumble up to the wall anyway, and it helped her keep an eye on all sides evenly, so she reckoned it would work out for everyone.
And so it was that she had a sweaty, tight shirt on, chest bound and cap hiding her hair as usual, as she tried to stick close to the wall and in the slight shade it offered, when she first caught sight of the newcomer standing close to the door. She nearly slipped on the mud as she skidded to a stop, amazed at how bad a first impression that might have made, and desperately hoping it had gone unnoticed to the stranger, as she sized him up from a distance - for it was a him, she noted, with slightly more distrust bubbling up in her thoughts than normal when it came to new people.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Lex paced over to the man, stopping with a respectful distance, her back to the wall in a defensive manner, glad she had her backpack with her baseball bat handle sticking out over her shoulder, just in case things went bad. She could always yell for help too, confident at least some of the people inside would come to her aid... The ones she had gotten to know, anyway.
Finally, she spoke up after sizing him up. "Hey." She disguised her voice as usual, squinting a bit, possibly from the sun overhead, possibly to intimidate, methods she had used to get by before the outbreak. She didn't offer anything else, letting that one word hang between them for a while, noting how still it was otherwise. At the very least, it seemed the guy was on his own, separate from both people and ex-people.
"You know what's in here?" She sounded out again, tilting her head at the doors over her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes stayed locked on the man
Lucky for Lex, Jethro hadn't quite caught a glimpse of her near slip-and-fall. However, that had got his attention, and the sound of someone approaching from somewhere other than the door surprised him, causing him to jump a little and back-pedal for a few seconds, until he realized that it was just another human being. Alive. Not a zombie. Heart racing, it took him a while to get calmed down, and he felt his mouth rapidly go dry.
Upon first impression, the person seemed to have been running -- whether or not they were running away from something or just running in general, he wasn't sure. His head wasn't thinking straight, faced with the sudden revelation that this was the first person he'd seen alive since his brother. Whoever this guy was, he seemed to mean business, and as he paced over, Jethro felt himself being sized up and judged already. Well, he was a survivor. That had to count for something... right?
Jethro noted the handle to what looked like some sort of bat sticking out of a bag on the guy's back. He hoped he wouldn't think of using it on him. The guy seemed to be fairly well conditioned, and could probably chase him down, but Jethro was confident he could outrun him if push came to shove.
When the guy finally spoke, Jethro couldn't think of anything to say. A million question and possible responses flooded his mind, but he only managed a nervous half-smile and a quick, polite nod, as his eyes darted back and forth between the ground, the handle of the bat, and the area he could see around them without turning his head.
The question came as a surprise to him. Did he know what was in there? Of course not. He had only just got here... did that mean that he didn't know, either? Or, wait. Initial shock of seeing another person finally gone, Jethro began thinking. The somewhat fresh footprints he'd seen around the perimeter -- they must've been from this guy, running around. But, why would he be running around the outside? He didn't seem bothered at all by the running, and was more concerned with Jethro's appearance, it would seem. Which led him to believe that he was running some sort of perimeter check, perhaps. "N-no. But.... judging from the tracks I found along the perimeter, I'd say you know what's on the other side," he said quietly and a little hoarse, surprised at how pathetic his voice had sounded just then.
Either there were more people inside, like Jethro was hoping -- he was already glad to find out he wasn't alone in the world anymore, but would be even more stoked if he had found a band of survivors -- or, the guy was scouting the perimeter before invading to deal with a group of zombies inside. In which case, Jethro would be as good as gone. He assumed and really hoped it was the former of the two.
Post by Alexandria Winters on Feb 9, 2015 21:51:43 GMT 10
With the wind in my face All problems disappear
Lex noted how jumpy the young man seemed, and how his eyes were fixated on her bat for a moment. It was only fair, she supposed, given the world they lived in, though it did help her think of something else to ask him.
She was surprised at his deduction - apparently he had a brain in his head, which could be helpful or dangerous - though she calmed down when his nervous stutter reached her ears. Unless this guy was the best actor she'd ever met, she didn't think him the type to have written any of those bloody messages she'd seen in the towns weeks down the road, left by groups of... 'bandits', she supposed, for lack of a better word.
Giving him the benefit of the doubt for now, she nodded, and relaxed her stance slightly, feeling the ache in her muscles from her running starting to ease. "You're right, I do know what's in there. And it's not zombies, if you were worried about that." She decided that would be enough for now, she didn't want to start any hostilities with him by misinforming the man. "I'm Lex, and you? And if you could slowly take out any weapons you might have on you, I'd appreciate it... I'm sure you understand."
Though it was hard to see from the slight distance between them, Lex could see that he seemed surprised to be in the presence of another survivor, a feeling she knew quite well. Despite her normal timidity at being near men, she felt this one meant no harm to... anyone, really.
Judging by the way this guy was acting--or, a guy as far as Jethro could tell, anyways--he didn't seem like the type of person who would be into taking advantage of other people. As he looked Jethro over, Jethro looked him over as well. A runner's build, just like he'd conditioned himself to be. Prepared, with a bag of who knows what plus a bat -- ready to take on any zombies from close-up with a blunt weapon. He couldn't tell right off the bat, no pun intended, if killing zombies was something he enjoyed or not. If this person was like how his brother turned out to be in the end, then he would be better off alone, looking for some other place to hunker down in. Not that there were many options, as far as he was concerned.
Seeing him calm down and relax made Jethro's own worries go down a bit, but he was still a little on edge. His insides calmed down a bit, but his body was still poised, ready to spring into action to run away if necessary. Upon confirming one of his suspicions, his worries and fears dropped a few more notches when it was the former of the two deductions he'd come up with for what was inside. No zombies, great! Or, at least, that's what he said. But, he had no reason to lie, did he? Those doors weren't meant to keep people in; it was meant to keep zombies out.
So, the guy's name was Lex. Likely short for Alexander, or even a letter chopped off of Alex. Whatever the case, the first thing came came out of his mouth for a response was, "J." He wasn't sure why he'd just said J, instead of Jethro, but, perhaps it was just his subconscious speaking for him. He pursed his lips a bit after unofficially introducing himself, hoping he wouldn't regret it later. When he was asked to remove any weapons he had on him, he felt his face flush a little. He didn't have any weapons. Unless he was going to beat a zombie to death with a smartphone or somehow chop off its head with some charging cords for various electronics. Not that he'd even consider doing such a thing. "I, uh, don't have any weapons," he said, his gaze falling down to the ground around his own feet, sounding and looking a bit sheepish. He wasn't going to say why he didn't have one -- he didn't feel obligated to at this point. It would become obvious eventually, however, why he didn't carry any weapons. Because he didn't use them. He was much better at running away from them than trying to even consider getting close enough to impale their heads or simply chop them off. On the other hand, he wouldn't be opposed to giving up his bag and showing he didn't have any weapons.
He just hoped he wasn't taken as a spy or something from a group of potentially dangerous survivors. He knew they were out there -- he'd run into areas that looked to be temporary shelters, as well as a few old fires in sheltered areas. He'd also seen the graffiti in a couple of the towns, mostly written in blood. If he was thankful for anything these days, it was the blessing of not running into whoever had tagged those walls with blood. He didn't even want to think about how they'd done that... and whose... or, possibly, what blood they used.
Post by Alexandria Winters on Feb 10, 2015 10:39:06 GMT 10
With the wind in my face All problems disappear
Lex wasn't particularly fond of the way he was looking at her... He looked too smart, she thought, and she was worried that if he had enough time or clues, he'd work out her secret before she wanted him to know, if she ever wanted that at all. Dearly wishing that Gels was there instead - she had always had a way with meeting new people, Lex felt more awkward than she hoped she was letting on. She'd had few enough friends before all this started, let alone now, and she could hear the edge in her words as she said them, wondering if it came across as intimidating, or simply strong, as most needed to be to survive.
She fought a smile at hearing his name, noting how many people seemed to like nicknames now, herself included. She guessed it was easier to yell out a single syllable if things went wrong, and it felt... Nice, she supposed, having people calling you something that only they knew.
She frowned slightly at hearing that he had no weapons, doubt flooding up as she eyed his pack suspiciously. She doubted anyone could get by without at least a stick now, though from his build she didn't doubt that perhaps his method of dealing with the undead was the same as hers was only a few days prior, before Gels taught her how to kill them.
Not liking to keep still and trying to think up what to say next to the newcomer, she began pacing slowly along the perimeter of Sanctuary, eyes mostly staying locked on the young man before her. "No weapons... I used to just run from them, it worked for me. S'pose you're the same, J?" She watched close for a reaction in case he tried to hide the truth; she remembered feeling a bit ashamed that shed'd never killed one when Gels saw her paste the floor with her spew after fighting her first one.
Blinking with a sudden thought about what Gels might ask, she continued before he could answer, "And what can you bring to the table if I let you in here? Anything useful in your brain... Or your bag?" She pointed at him now, smiling confidently, the same way she introduced herself to Alice. She had to be confident now, the world needed her to be.
Luckily for Lex, J was feeling much too awkward himself to notice how awkward she was being. He also hadn't had much experience with human interactions since the apocalypse. The most recent was about two months ago, with his brother. He'a almost forgot what it was like to talk to someone or something, and hear something audible back. For all he knew, this was how everyone was these days. Built to be a runner, carrying a baseball bat, and wearing some sort of sports cap.
Jethro felt very relieved when Lex didn't question his name. Just 'J' was going to have to do -- he didn't want to change up what he was going by, because that would confuse people more than anything, probably make them less trusting of him. Not that they would trust him in the first place -- he was sure there would be much doubt and distrust among survivors. For there to be a group, even if it was just a few people, there had to be a certain level of trust for it to work out. You had to know everyone else would have your back, and they had to know you had theirs. It was simple to explain, but hard to accomplish. He was surprised that the group he'd been with had lasted as long as it did. However, that did not make it any less tragic or depressing.
Glancing up after mentioning he didn't have a weapon, he caught a glimpse of Lex's frown, and immediately returned his gaze downward. Yeah. That had been awkward. Who was crazy enough to not carry some sort of weapon with them? He hadn't really put much thought into it -- even a small knife for hunting would be beneficial, not that he knew how, but still. He had to admit, now that he thought about it... that would be a useful skill.
Jethro opened his mouth to respond to Lex's most recent question, but closed his mouth before he could say anything, and decided to just go with a quick nod instead. Yes, he was a runner. So sue him. Everyone had their ways of dealing with the apocalypse, right? He awkwardly began rubbing the top part of his left arm, still not turning his gaze to focus on Lex. He felt embarrassed and ashamed to some extent, but, more than anything, awkward. And his heart was still racing, adrenaline pumping through his body at the sudden encounter with another live human being. It was hard for him to stand still where he was, so he was glad to see Lex begin pacing, and decided to get moving a little himself, staying in about a three-foot perimeter, but walking forwards and backwards, and toeing the ground a little.
Stopping mid-shuffle, Jethro perked up at the next question. What could he bring to the table? He frowned for a split second at whether or not he had anything useful 'in his brain.' Well, to each their own. "I guess that's not for me to decide, but I do believe I can get some sort of communication center up and running, so we can try and contact the outside world, see if there are any other survivors out there. I'm also pretty good at fixing things, and scavenging for anything, though I prefer things that might help with building or repairing technology," he said, his confidence boosted slightly, now that he was talking about something he knew about. "I wouldn't be here now if I were completely useless," he muttered, more to himself. In a way, he was also trying to justify his own existence and reason for surviving.
Post by Alexandria Winters on Feb 11, 2015 21:49:16 GMT 10
With the wind in my face All problems disappear
Lex noticed how J liked to keep his eyes on the ground, particularly when she was judging him. She had to learn to guard her expressions more, she realised, in case it offended anyone needlessly. Unless she smiled more, like Gels. She wondered if that woman could greet every new person with a smile as big as the one she had seen at their jarring meeting.
Her eyes widened at the mention of J being adept with technology - she recalled Gels and Alice talking about solar panels at some point, and the concept of actually having electricity available in Sanctuary was dangerously exciting. She stopped her pacing, and held a hand out to J as she confidently strode towards him, grabbing his hand without asking and giving it a firm shake, just as she'd done with Alice, while she smiled confidently and stared into the young man's eyes. "If that's the case, I'm sure you'll have a place here, J. I think anybody who is still alive has some reason they are valuable... Most of us anyway."
Letting go, she spun on her heel and walked over to the gate, crouching slightly before jumping up and grabbing on to a section of the wall that was jutting out a few inches. She used her upper body strength to hoist her slight weight upwards, and once she had a few good footholds, the rest was easy, as in a few seconds she had reached the top. Disappearing from J's view, she quickly slid down the walkway on the other side and landed in a crouch on the inside, before unbarring the gate and letting it open slightly, just enough to beckon J to come inside.
"It might be a little premature, since it isn't my call to make... But welcome to Sanctuary."
.The worst possible scenario possibilities were running through Jethro's head He couldn't fight, so they would wind up dumping him in a hole full of zombies. They milk him for all he's worth, and then abandon him in the middle of a large city to fend for himself after using and taking anything he's come up with to help out for themselves. He thought that, if he looked up, he'd stare into a menacing face and see a glint in Lex's eyes. However, nothing of the sort happened, and he was completely surprised to see the other young boy stride up to hime and take his hand, shaking it with much vigor. All bad scenarios disappeared, and although he wasn't sure how things would work out in the long run, he felt a small sense of want for the first time in a while, as well as the relief to be in the company of another person.
Thinking about Lex's last statement, he had to agree. Most anybody who was still alive today... well, alive, as in not running around and eating other people... was alive for a reason. Whether it be the smarts to find ways of dealing with zombies, muscles to deal with them physically, or just being there to help someone else through what was likely the start of the end of the world, there was a reason. Even if they had just been lucky thus far, or even a coward and let other people take the fall for them, there was a means to everything, even if it may not be clear at this point in time. Jethro still wondered how he'd made it this far and this long alone. Two years ago, he wouldn't have thought about the end of the world. He was starting to get offers to go to college, scholarships offered, and so on. To be truthful, he doubted anyone a couple or few years ago was thinking about something like this.
Attention back to what was going on in the present, when Lex spun around, he found himself just awkwardly holding his hand out where he'd finished shaking it, still shocked at the sudden gesture. He watched the boy scale the door and disappear over, and was about to follow suit, when the sound of some sort of bar being lifted rang out, and shortly after, the opening, ever so slightly, of the gate. At the beckon, J quickly recomposed himself, bringing both his arms down to his side after readjusting his bag. He slipped his way inside, and nodded his thanks, hands automatically reaching up to place his thumbs underneat the straps of his bag.
"Premature as it may be, I still would like to say thank you," he said quietly.
Post by Magella Jones on Feb 15, 2015 15:11:31 GMT 10
It is easier to know where you are going... ...When you know where you have been
She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing. She'd been in the barracks, just resting her feet for a few minutes and the next thing she knew she was waking up from a deep sleep. The surrounding area had been silent and she'd dropped down out of her bed in the rafters, stumbling as she'd gone. Her legs carried her a little wobbly to the door and she'd opened it. Sunlight burned her eyes and she groaned, closing her eyes and taking a few steps forward, her arms outreached to try and find where she was going.
The door she had exited from faced the Sanctuary entrance, her emergence into the sunlight in plain sight of Lex and J. She found a rock with her foot and she stumbled, giving a little groan of pain. Magella collapsed onto the ground in a mess of arms and legs, rolling over onto her back so she wasn't eating dirt.
Peeking from between her lashes, she was Lex standing not too far away and her arms went up. "Lex... Bring me coffee." she groaned. "I need all the coffee. What year is it? Where am I? Who are you?" The last question was directed at J, Magella finally noticing the strange person hovering off to the side.
As quick as she had fallen, Magella was back on her feet, brushing herself off and fixing up her short hair. "I've told you before Lex, you shouldn't bring home strays, they eat so much and they have worms." There was a joking tone in her voice as she circled J, looking him up and down. "You don't have worms do you?" she grinned at the boy, making sure he knew it was in fact a joke. "I'm Magella, Gels if you prefer, I prefer Gels, my family always used to put a real harsh tone into it so I sounded like some bogan half-wit chic. Wait, I was going somewhere with this. Gels! My name is Gels and I'm the sheriff round these parts." She tucked her thumbs into her belt loops and gave a cowboy pose like she'd seen ages ago in the old wild west movies.
Post by Alexandria Winters on Feb 17, 2015 23:50:29 GMT 10
With the wind in my face All problems disappear
Lex nodded and opened her mouth to respond to J's thanks, but was cut off by the scuffling sounds of Gels eating dirt... Sort of, as she noticed the woman managed to land on her back. She sighed, biting back a smirk as she paced towards the woman she held high regard for making an ass of herself, and shook her head. "I think you'll let me keep this one Gels, sounds like he can do a lot of good around here."
She wasn't sure if Gels was serious about the coffee at first, but seeing how beleaguered the woman looked, even after apparently coming from the direction of the barracks, she paused to consider how much she had been running herself haggard for the rest of them. "S-sure... I'll work it out," she murmured, meaning how to actually brew coffee, as she made for the kitchens. She gave J a confident wink and mouthed "You'll be fine" before pacing away quickly, silently hoping to death that Alice would be inside and could help her not entirely murder the coffee grounds that Gels kept hidden... If they were worth hiding to the leader of sanctuary, she didn't want to screw it up.
Besides, she felt more confident with Gels introducing the new guy to the place than she could. The charisma of their leader was what kept her own confidence high, that they might just get through this if they band together and all put in their best. It was a way of life she could get behind, or even show the way if she had to. She smirked as she realised how much she evangelised Gels in her head, despite her messy tumble and aloof nature when she felt safe.
J wasn't sure what to think of the new person that had shown herself. Not only were there two other semi-friendly survivors he knew of now, but, they seemed to be somewhat capable. Or, at least confident. Though the new one seemed a bit quirky. Needless to say, he was surprised that the tangle of limbs that wound up on the ground was actually Gels, the person in charge of the ragtag band of survivors. There had to be one somewhere in every group. First impressions were key, and although Jethro probably wouldn't have done any better, he wasn't too impressed. Yet.
In reference to being a stray, J forced himself not to laugh out loud, and instead cast his gaze downward and grinned a bit. He knew she was joking. She had to be. He was hoping that her sense of humor was in tact, and he was reading her correctly. Otherwise, well, he'd just make a fool of himself. Not that he hadn't already with Lex. Suddenly being left alone with Gels, J felt a little more intimidated. With someone else, she seemed a bit... goofy, almost. But now that he was with her, alone, she seemed to be a lot more intimidating. Then he remembered she'd asked who he was, even if she was sort of rushing questions together. That one had been a serious on, and one he would only be too happy to be to answer. "I'm J... and, I think if I can find the right tools and salvage, I could get this place hooked up with electricity, running water... that sort of thing," he said. He hoped he didn't sound too ambitious. He was good at making things work from whatever he could find. As long as he could find things that resembled things needed for electricity and plumbing, it was definitely doable. "I'm also good with repairing things in general," he added. He hoped he wouldn't be expected to deal with zombies. He would do anything other than that. Scavenging and scouting? Sure. Sneaking around groups of zombies? Of course. But as far as actually facing one, one-on-one, let alone in multiples, that was a big nope.
Post by Magella Jones on Feb 19, 2015 21:56:10 GMT 10
It is easier to know where you are going... ...When you know where you have been
"J?" Magella asked, tilting her head. "As in the letter J, or J-A-Y J?" The boy's meek attitude and constant looking at the ground made her want to tackle him and squeeze him until he stopped breathing, but she refrained, sexually harassing new Sanctuary arrivals probably wouldn't go down too well in the long run.
She paused, a look of surprise on her face. Blinking for a moment, she looked up to the top of the walls. With a slight cough she cleared her throat and looked back to the boy. "You just said something that would make me very very happy. Can you run that by me again, I want to make sure I didn't mishear it."
Despite asking him to repeat himself, Magella couldn't wait for her dreams to be dashed. She wrapped her arms around him and, in a show of strength, lifted him off the ground and bounced around the open area with him in her arms. "I don't care if you're an axe murderer! If you can bring this place back from the dark ages I will love you forever."
With a sudden stop, Magella realised she was carrying the boy and quickly placed him back on the ground and took a step back. "Sorry. I got excited there for a moment. I would promise my first born to Rumpelstiltskin right now if it would get me running water. It's been too long since I've seen a light bulb actually work. Would you like a tour? Or maybe you should write a list of things you need. Well, wait, can't do that until you see what we've got. Oh! And J? Welcome to Sanctuary." She held out her slightly grubby hand to the boy for him to shake, a brilliant smile on her face.
Jethro thought about Gels' question for a bit. The letter 'J' or the spelled out 'J-A-Y' 'Jay?' "Uh, just the letter J," he said with a shrug. Not that it really mattered to him -- J or Jay, didn't bother him any. Either weren't his real name, and he was sure veryone went by a shortened version of their name nowadays. It was probably rare for something to retain their full name and former identity anyways.
"Well, uhm... I'm... uh... can get running water and electricity here if I can get the right rools," he said, saying it a little slower, and was immediately surprised by the action of Gels. He found himself hoisted into the air and swung and bounced around awkwardly. He felt a little helpless, and was glad that nobody else was seeing this. Or at least he hoped nobody else was seeing this. It was a little embarrassing for him. At the comment of her not caring if he was an axe murderer, he responded with, "I don't think I even know how to use an axe properly." and was relieved when she finally put him back on the ground.
Regaining his composure, he straightened out his shirt and little bit and cleared his throat nervously. He perked up at the sound of a tour and figuring out what he would need. Anything to keep him busy and not be a lump on a log. "A tour first would be great, then we can see about what I need and what we need to keep eyes out for when, uh... venturing out," he said with a nod. He felt like he'd found a place to maybe not completely fit in, but be useful. If he could get running water and electricity to this place, then not only would he make himself happy, he would make other survivors happy as well.
Post by Magella Jones on Feb 24, 2015 9:00:20 GMT 10
It is easier to know where you are going... ...When you know where you have been
Magella nodded at his answers. J it would be then. For a moment she was curious about what his real name was but it didn't matter so much, she only went by Gels nowadays anyway. It was quicker and easier than her full name. And they didn't need anything more than a simple name for their members.
She tilted her head at his admittance of not being able to use an axe and she realises instantly that she had another Lex on her hands. Or someone worse than her favourite runner. Part of her wanted to drag him out to find a zombie and get him to kill it, but he looked so soft and sad that she wasn't sure she wanted to cover him with blood and turn him into a maniac. Letting the issue slide for now, Magella turned her attention to the next thing she wanted to explore with him.
"Running water is probably the first thing we need. We all smell worse than the zombies half the time." She laughed a little at that, gesturing for J to follow her as she led the way along the inside of Sanctuary. "That's the barracks there, we've got room for about 80 people in there. There's three more rooms just like it and four private rooms. That's the mess hall and kitchen. Alice reigns supreme in there. She'll feed you and keep everything running smoothly but if you steal anything. You'll answer to me."
Leading him around the side, she showed him the pump that was fitted to the large water tank. "There's solar panels up on the roof already, but they're not working and I don't really want to go poking my hand into wires and die like that." She gestured to the nearby wall, where there was a ladder leading up onto the platform they could walk around. "Come on, I'll show you the rest from up there."
