It wasn't a particularly deep sleep Jamie had fallen into, more a haze of reality and dreaming. It was interrupted, though, at the sound of another talking to her. Eyes shot open and she scrambled to her feet, her bow and arrows dropping after her hasty movement. She paused, frozen. Blue eyes looking over the man that stood before her, bow in hand but not held in a threatening manner. Was he real? Was<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>real? She couldn't tell if she was in a lucid dream, no - a never-ending nightmare.<br/><br/>"Y-yes. That- That was me." She replied, her voice croaky. She couldn't remember the last time she spoke out loud. Or the last time she'd interacted with another being that wasn't trying to eat her. It was a sense of relief and fear all in one. She had barely expected anyone to appear in response to her sign, the town had seemed dead. Now a survivor stood in front of her and whilst she had an overwhelming urge to hug him from pure delight, the apocalypse had taught her to behave differently.<br/><br/>"Have you been bitten?" The brunette asked.<br/><br/>She knew better then to expect people would be honest about being bitten. Though it meant that they would inevitably die and rise again, a lot of people feared death. Feared the unknown. Some survivors would try to hold on for as long as they could.