Brena felt her throat swell at his words and she nodded hurriedly. "Y-yea-" she coughed, turning away as he grabbed his clothes. She rubbed her neck, her eyes sampling her surroundings but before she knew it he had gone upstairs. Fear of that undead horrified her, chilling her bones cold with shaky nerves.<br/><br/>"Oh gods," she panted, her nails scratching at her arm as she looked up. There really want much protecting them and... She knew she wasn't going to sleep well tonight. Holding her gun, she sat down on the couch and stared at the door. For a time she only observed the windows but slowly she kept to just the door.<br/><br/>Her mind grew weary by the time the sun peaked over the mountains, flecking the house with sun to chase out the nightmares and phantom screeches of undead.<br/><br/>Brena fell asleep at some point, she wasn't sure when, but she used the gun pointed at the door and her head lopped to the side on the arm of the couch. Her sleeping choice didn't exactly look comfortable but it was enough to make her feel safe.