Emilie lowered her bow and looked towards the window. Cameron was right, there was a high chance the stranger had friends. 
"This land may be claimed, I suggest we look quicker." She hushed. Although their presence was known, none of them knew what was upstairs. There may have been infected or inhabitants living in the walls up above them. They didn't need to alert every clicker in the town. She placed down her bag and began to glance through cupboards. Rotten. Inedible. Useless. Empty. They were all words that passed her lips as she filtered through the various shelves. Eventually, she found two peach cans and handed them down to Cameron. They needed medicine more than food. Rain was their worst enemy and the clouds hadn't looked promising for days. She dropped down quietly onto the floor again and quickly picked up her bow. They'd regroup and head upstairs together. 

The brunette took the two cans and stuck them into her bag, then returning it to her shoulder. It wasn't a meal, but it would save incase something sweet was needed. She'd hated processed food as a child, but now it was saving them all. 
"Keep an eye on him. There's a chance he doesn't know how many of us there are." Providing Annie and Nick stayed away from the windows.

Across the street, Andrew stayed close to his wife. They listened for the ever constant clicks or shuffles in any of the rooms. Nothing but dust, thankfully. It wouldn't stay that way forever.
"Kitchen and bathroom are the best bets for food and medicine. I suggest we clear the house then check each of them. Anything is useful to us now." The elder man commented, following Marc's footsteps exactly. Anything they could find would bring some morale to the group. If it wasn't the Infected, or the Infection itself, it was depression. There had already been two members of the group who'd taken their own lives out of the grim reality of it all. He didn't blame them. It was always an ever constant threat. Something that would always play on their minds. 

Mary held her own gun close, fretting and watching every corner. If there was so much as an inch of movement, she'd shoot. It was how terrified Mary spent her life now. She was a mother figure and the one who hid her fear to protect the other girls, but she would openly tell Andrew of how much she wanted everything to stop. They would get to the sanctuary and everything would be okay. They'd be on the road for months but they'd reach it. She knew they wouldn't all make it. She knew she'd either die alone or take Andrew with her, despite how much she'd want her husband to carry on.