Jennifer had been drawn away from the window a few times. She had watched the group gather in the office, it was confusing. They all seemed to have a worried expression on their face. It was difficult, but Jennifer could pick up on their body language: everyone in the room was starting to feel like they needed each other. Half of the time they looked like conspirators gathering in a secret place; it was how they slowly edged toward one another without noticing. The other half of the time, they seemed to be scared shitless, staring at the tv in wonder. Their eyes were intense and far reaching. They seemed to be looking off in the distance. Hardly a good sign.<br/><br/>She had pulled an apple out of her bag, the only ounce of food she possessed. As she ate, she flipped the tv on to see what they were looking at. It didn't take long to find the right channel. Taken back, her apple was completely forgotten as one of the many news casts horrified her. She stared at the screen for a long moment. then, just as quickly as she turned it on, the television was off and her room was calm and cool. “oh, fuck...” Her breathing changed and her right arm lingered, apple in hand. she had lost her appetite completely. Her thoughts pinpointed her worry: 'The dead were rising with a hunger and rage.' She wanted to believe she was dreaming, but she hadn't ever had a nightmare about this before. No doubt, she was awake and perturbed.<br/><br/>Her instincts told her to prepare herself. She was a bit of a mess, scurrying around her motel room and gathering things she thought she may need. She put on a pair of black nylons under her dress, she changed her shoes to ones that covered her feet and she put a white knitted hat upon her head. Then she stuffed her tote bag full of practical items: keys, wallet, cell phone, her ace bandages (for her knee), and a cavalcade of other things. Most of what she had on her was useless, but she didn't want to meet the unexpected with nothing.<br/><br/>In moments, she walked out of her door and locked it behind her. Checking her surroundings, her eyes scanned all the way to the horizon and back. Her feet begin to carry her before she looked at where she was going. Her walk was brisk, yet undetermined. The office was her destination. At that point, she knew why everyone was scared. She was just as terrified, being around others was her only desire. She walked in carefully and slipped through the door, only opening it halfway and slowly. She turned to the room nervously and looked up at Jake's eyes. It felt like everyone was peering at her. Her mouth opened with hesitation. “did ya'll see the news?”