<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br/><div align="center">Arlene~23</div></div>Arlene couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Lucas as he told her to get some salt on her tongue. Her mind went naughty, which again, she beat down. She needed to at least make it one night without trying to do anything. Plus, for all she knew, they might not want her that way. She could easily not be either of their types, or they could still be pining for someone who passed away. Either way, she didn't need to push and fuck up what could easily be the best deal she has ever had in the whole apocalypse. Especially when all she had to do was to keep her hands to herself.<br/><br/>Digging in her bag, she decided she should show everything she had. At least that way they could pool everything together and find a way to live with what was there. Not like either of them seemed crazy enough to run off with a handful of snacks and crawlers on the side of them. Near the fire, she put down her "food". Mostly junk food, two nutty bars, a small personal bag of cheddar ruffle chips, three normal size bars of snickers, a chocolate moon pie, and a half eaten sleeve of saltines. "If you need salt, I'm pretty sure any of these will help with that. I raided a college dorm about a week back," it was the only good reason she probably had the worst food to survive on; she had already eaten the "good stuff".<br/><br/>"Don't eat too much though. If you eat more than your body needs, it makes you incredibly thirsty," she learned this lesson when she first found the dorm and ate almost nothing but crackers and top roman and then drank all of her water because the salt dehydrated her.<br/><br/>She watched as Jim grabbed a bag and clothes. Military. She half wondered if he was from the military of just raided a place with military stuff in it. She would ask later. Maybe tomorrow after a good nights sleep. "They have a few rooms. Once we are done eating, we can go look at the rooms. Call our own rooms," or share one, she couldn't help think and shifted slightly.<br/><br/>Jim spoke and she couldn't help but nod. He was right. You needed other people to survive, everyone who tried to do it on their own ended up a crawler or dead. "I agree, I would be happy to group up. Especially since we seem to get along pretty well so far," she offered a smile.