"I'd prefer to sleep in houses." Donna sighed and drew her hand back. What the hell was this boy thinking? It was a barn, and the only protection it held was the putrid smell from the feces and dead animal carcasses. "Anywho, I'd like to join your little toddler parade, if it's alright with you. And if any of you have cigarettes, I'd love that too."

She hopped over a small wooden fence to get to the house right beside the barn. The door, of course was nonchalantly kicked open. Surprisingly enough, the bodies inside the house were far too decomposed and rotten to reanimate. Donna scouted the house, until she finally sat down in a chari, beside an opened window at the top level of the home. She kicked her feet up onto the windowsill and rested her crossbow on her lap.