"Forget it," Aaron grumbled. Not exactly the reaction he expected. "Thanks," He said again as Delilah pulled out the stuff for him to sleep on. He walked over to it and rested the can of macaroni next to it. He turned his thoughts back to Delilah and wondered about her. Maybe something happened to her parents? Or maybe she was simply older than he thought she was. It didn't matter, he somewhat confirmed she was living alone here.

"Are you hungry?" Delilah asked as she began filling a pot with water. "Yeah," He admitted. He was surprised, and maybe a little bothered, that food didn't seem to be much of a problem for her. Perhaps she was one of the lucky ones who managed to raid the stores before they were emptied.

"Did you hear something?" Aaron suddenly asked. He paused, listening. It sounded like a window breaking, but the infected shouldn't have come out yet. He quietly walked over to the door and opened it slightly. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything from this angle. He'd have to come to the front of the pet store.
"Do you have a weapon? Anything at all?" He asked Delilah quietly.