Vialesa found herself skirting alongside the wooden fence of the encampment, eyes peering out into the shade in watch for the unknown entities. So to did she intend not to startle the occupants of the camp, keeping her feet light upon the ground even as they trudged upon endless vegetation. For a moment, she debated whether or not simply knocking on the front door was a feasible approach; it was unlikely the entities were smart or courteous enough to do the same, so the occupants probably would lower their guard upon hearing a gentle knock.

At the same time, she was still a stranger to them, and the idea of opening their doors to some girl bearing a weapon wasn't a one-hundred percent guarantee. The only other option then, to find solace inside their walls, was to hop the fence and hunker down somewhere within. If they were making a campsite just outside the place, then it would be strange if this place belonged to them in any way. The encampment was not theirs, and she could potentially portray herself as someone who had taken refuge inside prior to their arrival.

If the occupants didn't open up, she still wanted a safe place in the night away from the rotted entities that patrolled unseen. Vialesa opted to hop the fence, and attempted to climb it as best she could. If it failed, then knocking was her only option.