Jerry was upstairs, asleep in his room, peacefully sleeping. He didn't worry about the undead around where they lived. There were plenty of barricades that blocked even stupid people out. They were practically safe from harm. Soon enough, morning came around, to which Jerry just lied there in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Groaning a bit, he forced himself to sit up a bit. Then he got up out of bed, and headed downstairs. He couldn't help but smile a bit at seeing Brena's sleeping position. He walked towards her quietly, putting her gun on it's safety lock and tried to pry it from her, succeeding. He fixed her position so she was now lying on her back on the couch. He still had her gun in his hand, to which he set on the coffee table quietly and went off into the kitchen. From there, he was making himself some cereal, and going to sit at the table to eat. And yes, he was too lazy to put his shirt on in the mornings.<br/><br/>He wondered what Brena's decision would be today. Would she leave him and Emma, and go her separate way like she said? Or would she change her mind and come along? He glanced over at her from the kitchen, watching her sleeping form for a bit. If she did decide to stay, she would be the first of many to be accepted to stay with them.