<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS-zBWWApOG1J8CPcUpDFot2n02AcRBchj4j6m4amWgJWtJ51eJKw)<br/><div align="center">Arlene</div></div><br/>Arlene nodded; he of course was right. At the beginning, it was pretty easy to just wing it. Let life take you where you went, and it was rather easy to find whatever you needed. However, as time went on, the crawlers becoming more and more dangerous, and stuff getting harder and harder to find. Well; one just couldn't wing it anymore. You needed plans now to survive. Without one, you might as well die because if you get caught by a crawler....Arlene shuddered at the thought.<br/><br/>"Thanks again for looking ahead, I really appreciate it," she smiled and without thinking, she kissed his cheek. A deep blush came to her cheeks and she looked hard at the water trying to pretend she didn't just do that.<br/><br/>As he mentioned the places they would probably pass, she nodded. A little scared to look at him after that kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, I'm sure that we will find something. After all, this used to be a pretty popular mail carrier and after that it was used to do tours. I'm sure they had places to stop and visit and places to gas up. After that though, we should try to make it out of here. Can't just keep going up and down this river. The crawlers are getting to smart," the last part drifted slightly.<br/><br/>Arlene, lost in her thoughts, had a small frown on her face. Anyone who paid even half attention to the crawlers could see they were getting smarter. At first it was just rage, hunger, primal. Then it was like they learned what worked, how to notice if someone had been there recently....tracking. It was scary, as they learned, they became more and more dangerous. Especially if you stayed in one spot for too long. His voice was barely filtered into her brain. "Oh," a small 'o' on her lips as she looked sideways at him, "uh...I haven't looked at that yet either..." what the hell did they do while down there again???