She was surprised he had managed to get this built without any of them hearing it, but was grateful for the shelter. If it rained they were fucked of course, but whatever. The open air made for easier escaping, so it was fine by her. Peony flexed her hands to get the tingly-painful feeling of the climb out of them. Peering over the edge to see the expanse of woods below them, she turned to look at Cole.<br/><br/>" This reminds me of a deer platform I saw once, only a zillion times bigger. Did you have to drag up the boards one by one?"<br/><br/>They were avoiding the true topic, which was Survivor Stats. The basic information that you hated to talk about but always seemed pertinent. Where they hailed from, how they survived the initial outbreak, how far they travelled, if they were going anywhere set..<br/><br/>Peony hated talking about those things because it made her feel hopeless. She hoped Cole could understand.