Brena wasn't as lucky. She didn't remember when she had fallen asleep, but dark nights and undead teased the borders of her mind, troubling her with almost a nightmare. Her body grew tense as Jerry took her gun and she didn't relax after that, buy only shuffled in discomfort in her dead sleep. "I-I can't-" she mumbled, her body swapping over as She curled into a tight ball. " No, no, I-" The sound of cereal clicked in her mind as gun shot rounds flicking away their empty outer shells onto they're ground and suddenly she was awake, wide eyed and sitting up.<br/><br/>Her hair had managed to shuffle up one side of her head as She slid her head up off the couch. Jerry's work had been short lived and her body felt sore from last night's sleep. "Uh-" she groaned, grabbing her head as She swung her legs off the couch and stood up.<br/><br/>Vertigo quickly caught her and her eyes rolled, closing as She stumbled back into unfamiliar surroundings and fell in the space between the coffee table and couch. Her arm draped lazily on the couch as she banged her elbow on the table and sharply hissed, drawing in her hand to get forehead as her other hand cradled her hurt humorus. "Gawd, why?!" She moaned, closing her eyes tightly. Leaving was far from her mind... at the moment.