Florence kept watch from the rooftop. She had yet to see this many survivors on the streets in so long. An itch grew within her - an itch to leave her rooftop safe haven. To join a group and know the likes of companion once again. It had been so long since she had another to talk to, to rely on. During her travels, she refrained from attaching herself to any group, as she simply didn't want the heartache that came with it if they were to get separated or if one of them were to turn. No, Florence didn't need any additional heartache. Nonetheless, she kept watching the survivors. 

There was a group of four that appeared to be moving inwards to the city's centre. She felt as if responsible to warn them...where ever it was that they were headed, there would be hordes to meet them. The city's streets were littered with the filthy creatures and anywhere on the ground was like no man's land. Florence just hoped that these new survivors wouldn't be added to the hordes. And a small part of her hoped that they would come close enough for her to possibly call out to them...maybe join them. The rooftop was undeniably safe but she was running out of food. She couldn't stay in Salt Lake City forever.