Amy didn't say much as the group deliberated and discussed the safest way to handle the situation. She didn't care how they handled it as long as they didn't leave her. Amy was a social butterfly in her former life and it seamed that, that longing to be around others was so powerful that she couldn't go on without it, and the more people that showed up, the larger the group got the further she moved from her desperation. By the time Daelin had shown up the shock of having no hope of rescue had reseeded to a faint chill at the back of her mind. Something she would dwell on but wouldn't be hobbled by again.<br/>Her eyes shot wide when Brian hinted he knew what was happening and gave small tidbits about the things that now stalked them. She wanted to yank him aside, to bombard him with questions. How did this happen? Where did it start and most importantly was it isolated to north America? She prayed that it was. As much as she liked the country and in fact admired the Americans for a great number of accomplishments she didn't want her country suffering and her family dieing because some American military power decided it would be an intelligent idea to bring the dead back to life as there own personal army of Romero monsters.<br/>It wasn't just Brian she wanted to talk with she had questions for all of them. She more then anyone was utterly lost in this situation. Other then heading east she didn't know where to go, who to seek for help, hell she didn't even watch the news after she left Manchester. She needed to talk with anyone that was willing to give her information chief among them Brian and Janie. If Brian only knew how the things worked there was a good bet Janie might have information on her other questions. She was a soldier, she was military, she had to have some kind of information about what was happening overseas. then again she did seam almost as lost as Amy herself in all this and it was very possible she had been living under that rock she claimed to have climbed out from under. In witch case she probably didn't know anymore then the rest of them.<br/>"Can we stop saying Zombies please? Its making me nervous." it was ridiculous is what it was. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around it. the word Zombie made her think of mid to late 1980s horror films and a 90s Rock singer with bad hair. These things, whatever they were. They were not from the movies, they were not some imagined monster lurking in the DVD player. they were real and they were deadly and she didn't like them being associated with something fictional even if they were practically identical.<br/>Amy gave Brian a joyless smile when he spoke to his dog, finding the entire thing extremely cute and somehow comforting.<br/>"Ill watch her." She said crouching down next to the animal running her fingers through her fur. She didn't understand why everyone was so nervous about the diner. Even if people were criminals in there past that didn't make them criminals now. She didn't think that people would really turn on each other the way Michael suggested they could. unless they were completely insane she didn't think people would hurt each other that way, not in this situation. People couldn't survive alone, they needed each other. She didn't believe they would really hurt each other. Or maybe she just didn't want to believe it.<br/>Amy nodded at Sam, twisting her head left to right scanning there surroundings. The Roamers were stealthy, that was for damn sure. in the past three months she had almost been killed more times then she wanted to think about. Especially after Danny died. They would wander in as silent as a thief in the night and be right on top of you before you realized you were in danger. it was an utter miracle that Amy had survived so long on her own. She wasn't skilled with her gun, the thing kicked like a mule and her aim was lacking. luckily she didn't have to be very accurate with the Shotgun, just point, pull the trigger, pump and repeat until whatever she was shooting at stopped moving.<br/>She glanced around when Janie begin talking about a gas station gives the woman a slight nod.<br/>"We can use any sort of tube to syphon gas. even a water hose if we become desperate enough. And if we cant get the gas from the pump. Well i see a lot of cars about. I'm sure some of them must have fuel in there tanks..." She smiled slowly pushing herself up watching as the men moved into the dinner. "But it looks as if we can put that off for now... Come on Luna." She called down to the dog moving ahead whether the animal listened or not.<br/>She walked through the small metallic doorway instantly breathing in the mouthwatering aromas from inside. It had been a long time sense she had a hot meal, surviving mostly on jerky, dried foods and bottled water. Amy never cooked, and wile she loved her garden and her impressive array of fruits and vegetables she had grown she didn't know how to do more then pluck them from a vine and eat them raw. She didn't even know how to build a camp fire let alone keep it going long enough to attempt to cook.<br/>She stopped in front of the man as he tossed his armor to the side sliding a gentle hand against his arm giving it a light squeeze that was accompanied by a look of genuine appreciation. "Thank you." She said with a small nod reaching her hand out to the woman. "Thank you Both. I'm Amy Harris."<br/><br/><br/>