She relaxed her arms back to her sides and walked alongside of Saint. She looked completely calm and aloof but her eyes were always scanning the area and her hand kept brushing against her pistol. She had been here for too long and she knew that eventually an assassin would find her. The last thing she wanted to do was get anyone here hurt when normalcy was finally returning. A zombie had not been sighted in four days and counting, and she hoped to keep it that way for as long as possible, "I don't mind staying in my Humvee ya know, I've slept in shit, literally. Anyways, just know you can keep your privacy if needed."<br/><br/>A look of annoyance came to her face and she punched him in the arm. It was a subdued punch but still strong enough to sting a little, "Don't be stupid and just accept my invitation. Sleeping in cars are not fun when these nights are getting colder and keeping the car on for heat will waste your gas." She walked a little ways ahead of him until they finally made it back to her little home without another word.<br/><br/>Inside she had instantly flipped on the switch and left the door open for Saint to get in. The first thing you see when you walk in is an old cherub fountain that does not work. It is aged and has many chips in it and was obviously from the Before time. On the left is a living room set of a three seat-er couch, two arm chairs, and a wood coffee table. All of the furniture matched and was obviously a set but honestly Love had never picked out any furniture before. Everything here was already here when she came here and she had not changed much. There were aged spots on the wall where picture frames had hung previously but she had taken them down.<br/><br/>Then on the left there was a moderately nice kitchen with a middle island and large fridge. The freezer was filled to the brim with deer meat that she usually went through in about three to four months. She rationed it but still it would last any normal person around a year if preserved right. There were two bedrooms as well down the hall that led off of the living room to the right. There was the master bedroom and a bedroom that had been for a young girl. She had taken everything out of the girls room and painted the pink walls white. The bed had been switched with a queen bed and dark green covers but the white furniture remained the same. The master had a queen bed with white covers that had blue accents but she rarely went in there at all. She felt like she was intruding even though the family was dead... she had killed them herself.<br/><br/>She had scoped out this place when she had first gotten here and found that there was a metal door in the master bedroom. Once she had managed to figure out the code and gone downstairs she had been attacked by the houses inhabitants. They had been infected bu the killing of a small child haunted her to this day. Now that room was stock piled with ammo, guns, and canned food that she had collected. Another very noticeable thing about this place was the stacks of books that were in piles every here and there. Some were on cooking, survival, plants, farming, combat, and then some. She had found a lot of libraries on her travels and had picked up books from these places on here way.<br/><br/>She had stood for maybe a second in the entrance way before she removed her bulky jacket. Now Saint was able to see the shotgun at her back, a holster on her hips that held her pistol, and another holster that criss crossed the shotguns holster and carried a hunting knife, "You can use the first room down that hall. I have running water along with heat. So you can take a shower if you want. The bathroom is next to the first room. The room after that is mine." She walked over to the kitchen, not bothering to remove her weapons, and took out a few things in order to make something to eat. She brought out enough for Saint as well which consisted of Meat, potatoes, and corn on the cob, "Dinner will be ready in 40 minutes."<br/><br/>She added that last bit in a dismissive way since she didn't expect him to be very chatty. Her social skills were severely lacking and people misunderstood her a lot. She also was not sure how to handle people other then to keep them calm, fed, and at a distance.