Walter nodded, standing aside as the woman made her way into the house. When the man figured that the coast was clear, he eased himself up and kicked a foot against the ground, turning to enter their temporary refuge. By the time he came inside, all of the group members were introducing themselves amongst the strangers, all in their own fashions ranging from casual to strange.
Hanging to the side but stepping into view of the survivors, Walter folded his arms against his chest and watching quietly. For him, there would be time for his own introduction at a later time; he wasn't sure if it was the exhaustion that soured up his mood, or the loss of their home to the walkers. What was certain to him, was that they had lost too many of their own people in the course of a single day, and reality was a bitch.
When the supposed resident of the building came to meet their group, Walter drew a large sigh out of sheer amazement; Alex had been telling the truth, after all. The infant, curled along the woman's arms affectionately, staring at them with all the innocence that the world should have murdered long ago.
Even then, something resonated within the man as he observed the child. Walter knew exactly what kind of trouble a child was in the midst of this crisis, but it was a double-edged sword. If somehow, just maybe, they united the small pockets of humanity like they had done so with Dana Point before, perhaps the child was a ray of hope? A reason to persist, other than the native human instinct to survive?
Nonetheless, the coincidences continued to pile up, and Walter was not short of reactions as Ethan seemingly recognized the woman, even speaking her name in response. He raised an eye, looking at his friend in confusion.
"Ethan?" he said in an inquisitive manner, the corner of his eye seeing the woman walk away as the baby began to whine.
With the sudden revelation seemingly coming to Ethan in an announcement, Walter awkwardly lifted a hand to scratch the side of his head.
"You don't mean..." he drew out the last syllable, a short laugh in disbelief.
"That one?"