Jerry had stopped what he was doing when he was told to stop, to which he stood up and looked at Brena. "S-Sorry... Just seeing if you were alright was all. You seemed out of it, like something was bothering you." he spoke quietly. He walked back into the living room to sit on the couch for a bit. Eventually, Emma had come downstairs and went into the kitchen to go make cereal for herself. She was an adorable child no doubt and Jerry was doing what he could to survive. He hadn't seen very many actual people during this apocalypse, so it wasn't his fault for trying to be funny in tough times. In fact, he was planning on getting out of here, away from the farmhouse. Though, it seems that things will be difficult for both him, Emma and possibly Brena.<br/><br/>With that, he sat there and decided to check on the glass wound that he got from yesterday. He wanted to see if it was healing up alright. To which, it seemed it made little progress. Jerry pulled his shirt back down and sighed, leaning back on the couch to stare at the ceiling. They couldn't stay in one spot forever anyways, the best way was to keep moving and not stay for too long. But as he sat there, he started to feel a little depressed with himself. How would he be able to care for a child in the apocalypse? Things were difficult as they were already. In fact, when would he see other people? The only person he had seen was Brena, so there had to be others, right? She had to have come from somewhere. Emma, was in the kitchen eating her cereal.