[center][h1]Ethan Blackledge[/h1][/center]

Ethan was still stood there in the middle of the room still trying to process what had just happened. A voice popped up to the side of him, which Ethan knew was Walters. Asking him if he was on about the baby that was in the same house with them. “Yeah.” Ethan finally said quietly, slowly nodding his head. “I met her in Vegas… Before the outbreak.” That was all Ethan could manage to say about the situation, he couldn’t even look to Walter.

Everyone was starting to get settled in, when an unfamiliar voice popped up. It was a Scottish accent and Ethan never thought he’d actually hear another British accent again, but there was one in the same room as him now. "I'm sorry… Is there a reason everyone seems to be overly cautious and on edge? I highly doubt anyone is planning on murdering anyone, so there's no reason to be...Either way, I was told that there would be a discussion regarding me helping this group out. I would love to know who I'm supposed to talk to about this and their name,” The woman said to them in a very irritated voice. 

All at once, everything that happened to Ethan in the past day had become too much, “And who are you?” His Northern English accent getting thicker as he asked her. “Have you been ignoring what’s been happening over the past year? Of course we’re cautious. How do we know what you want? You could just be waiting for us to all fall asleep and steal everything we have. We don’t know you?” He stared at her wondering why someone would try and come into a group she’d never met before and act like there was nothing wrong. Ethan then snapped taking his pain out on her, “You won’t help out this group until we trust you. You’re lucky that we’re even letting you stay with us!” Before anyone could say anything back to him, Ethan stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him. He walked up the path a few meters not straying too far away from the house and slumped down against the wall trying to keep the tears in.

[@Acromantula][@Solace]