Tara jogs to catch up with him, smiling. She's been lonely....Her hand reaches out and tangles with his, holding it as she scans the area "your accents strange. Where ya'r from?"<br/>She stops, bringing her axe up as a dog runs in front of them, tail tucked and yelping with fear "well, shite....." she takes a quick step back and away, getting room to swing her axe when the infected come. "their chasing the dog...hold still and they might not notice us.."