Rena listened as they spoke about spliting into groups, which she had no qualms about. It wasn't until Marc mentioned a possible fallback point that she stabbed her bowie knife into the middle of the map and looked up at mark. "Fuckin' Basement? Holed up in a house?" She scoffed at the cutie. "Were you just born into the apocalypse yesterday? Fuckin' infected show up they can too easily trap us in that basement. Nope. No way." She raised her hands up in a gesture of 'lol nope.' "You're not putting me underground." 
She brought her hands back down to the map and looked at everyone who would be in her group. "You wanna run from the infected. Hidin' gets you killed. Fuckers smell fear. We should take the high ground. It may wear you out running uphill but it slows them down too."