<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br/><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div><br/>Arlene was a bit taken back from the guy, most people now had two types of personality. One, they wanted to help. Much like herself, they depended on people. One way or another. Some it was mental, being alone too long could take a toll on the mind. Some were more like her, they needed other people to survive period. She had a few skills, none of them were really hunting or fighting...Then the other type. The type that could give two shits if you died and you usually won them over through bribes. Those type of people were the ones she ran into more often than not. So, to run into someone who didn't need a bribe to save her skin....that was new.<br/><br/>The male that was somewhat drowning threw her his sack, which she caught. Water dripped from the bag and she had no doubt that everything inside the bag was soaked. The first guy, she would have to learn their names soon, helped the second one and they looked at each other for a moment. Arlene mildly ignored the first one telling her to go to the top of the deck. She hated feeling useless, especially when she could actually help. "We need to get this boat at least more into the water. The stream is moving pretty slowly, but, should be good enough to get us the hell away from here. Crawlers swamped my camp a few days back. I think they have been following me..." she said softly and offered the bag back to the very damp guy, who introduced himself as Lucas.<br/><br/>"I'm Arlene," she said and gave a small smile, which was cut off by a roar that made every hair on her body stand up and a chill of up her spine; "crawlers..."<br/><br/>Going to the side of the boat that was still close to the dock, she looked to the side where she came from. Sure enough a few crawlers could be seen. The light showed their translucent skin, bald body, and hunched over frame. They were sniffing, picking up her scent before looking up. She could have sworn one of them looked her right in the eyes. A small whimper came from her as she tried to look for anything that would get this boat away from the dock. Finding a pole, she grabbed it and pushed it against the dock. The boat ever so slightly started to head more into the water. The small tide pushing the boat away from the dock. "Come on, help me," she cried out as one of the crawlers started to walk slowly towards the boat.