Ginger sighed, taking a glance around the field, he was glad that they had a clear view from most directions. However, it was getting dark, and like Donna had pointed out the barn didn't seem like a appealing place to stay. Ginger paused when he past the barn, noticing their group seemed to be a bit smaller. Ginger climbed over the small fence, entering the house cautiously. When he entered the abandoned house, Ginger was surprised to see Donna relaxing in the furniture. He took that as a sign that this house wasn't infested with undead. Even then, Ginger still kept listening for any stumbling or creaking on the wooden floors. "What's your name?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.