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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Lexi<br/><b>Location:</b>Top of warehouse<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Tundra<br/>two oclock she thought to herself for a second then it clicked in her head what she meant she wasn't used to this military type talk or anything like that she viewed over and listed to Tundra talk. "Geezz wonder how long they have been out there for."  when the van was spotted moving as well it seemed like a real good sign as far as they knew zombies were far to dumb to drive or even try getting a car running so these must be actual people "you think they will see you? and do you think they were headed this way." she asked wondering about the potential newcomers to there warehouse hideout.