<div style="text-align: justify;">Joanne had really hoped not to get noticed. With the current situation, one could never be too careful. And, to be honest, she was scared as hell. One could not always tell when someone had been bitten, as it seemed to take a while before it was clearly visible. But those two she had been following seemed okay for now. Still, Joanne would have preferred to watch them before they could see her.<br/><br/>It was too late now, though. Good or bad, the man had seen her.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Joanne hesitated a little and walked out of her hiding place. Waving back at the man - she knew she had to make sure he knew she was friendly -, she walked up to both him and the woman, her toolbox placed in front of her as a way of making herself feel safer. <br/><br/>Once she was closer to both Joe and Sarah, the girl sighed. It was obvious she was tired and stressed. Not that it was a surprise. Everyone who had not been bitten yet was probably as stressed as she was.<br/><br/>After a moment of awkward silence, she finally decided to speak. "Hey. I... I'm clean, I haven't been bitten", the girl stated, even though she wasn't sure that the man and woman would believe her. After letting her words sink in, she carried on. "I'm Joanne, but you can call me Jo. I... have some supplies, do you have anything?". <br/><br/>Before they could reply, she took a look at the house and nibbled on her lip, wondering whether or not it would be safe to get in. "Are you guys planning on going in there?", she asked, considering the idea of following them if they did plan on going in. There was safety in numbers, after all.</div>