Hayley smiled as the two introduced themselves, nodding to Allison first and then Sam. It as strange to meet so many people in such a short period of time having hardly seen any in the month prior. Not that she was complaining or anything; strength in numbers, right? "My name's Hayley. This the welcoming committee of 'The Commune?'" She liked that better than Civilization.<br/><br/>Wandering away from the doorway that she came in from, Hayley moved to the microwave sitting on the counter. To amuse herself, she just started pressing the buttons. Imagine how funny it would be if it just started running. "On my way here the road was littered with signs to this place. You both just got here, right?" Hayley started speaking before turning back to face the two inside the kitchen. As she did so, the hood covering her messy, slightly curled hair fell off of her head. As embarrassed as she was about her hair now (she was spoiled with perfectly straight hair before all this crap), she made no move to cover it again. "Wouldn't you think that someone would be here already? I'd prefer not to think that someone brought us here so we could be eaten, you know?"<br/><br/>Hayley asked the silly questions, but in her own little way, it made sense to her to think about it. If someone was trying to gather as many survivors in the area without showing him/herself, maybe this whole thing is just a brilliant salvaging scheme. Life on the road surrounded by corpses tends to make one cautious. Allison said she pretty much just got here, while Sam hardly looks like someone who is settled in. Maybe those signs are just really old...