<blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="" data-quote="Seargent Pepper" data-source="">
<div class="bbCodeBlock-title">
			
				Seargent Pepper said:
			
		</div>
<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">
<div class="bbCodeBlock-expandContent js-expandContent">
			Matthew cautiously approached, lowering his rifle slightly more.<br/>
He examined her closely, his paranoia eased by her "I've had the shit beaten out of me" look.<br/>
"What about those scratches?"<br/>
he demanded, nodding towards her neck.<br/>
"A scratch'll do it if you get their blood or spit in it."<br/>
Far down the street, a small group of the gray monsters was quietly shuffling about the bank, noticing an old house cat and moaning, slouching after it and catching Matthew's attention, causing him to glance over his shoulder and in all directions several times, looking fairly hawk like.
		</div>
<div class="bbCodeBlock-expandLink js-expandLink"><a role="button" tabindex="0">Click to expand...</a></div>
</div>
</blockquote><br/>Haley instinctively reached up to her scratches, embarrassed suddenly.<br/>She felt uncomfortable explaining her almost rape story from only a few nights ago.<br/>"Ran into trouble with a survivor a few nights ago, rather not get into it."<br/>She stated as she followed Matthew's gaze to the oncomming group of dead that was slowly making their way in the general direction.<br/>She looked back at Matthew and took a few steps closer to him.<br/>"I promise, I am no burden. I'd rather not travel alone for a few miles." She pleaded, more with her big blue eyes than her voice.