Clarisse snorts in grudging agreement. A place with some kind of community, sure, that'd be nice. Of course, they'd have to try and explain themselves. People would be suspicious. It probably wouldn't work out. She almost prefers the way they're hiding out to the shitshow that would inevitably turn into.

"Yeah, but that would be no fun." She commits to taking a seat near the fire instead of just crouching next to it, and tries to pick some of the black gunk out from under her fingernails. She has no idea if it's dirt, blood, or some mix of both.

"You kill any of those infected things yet?"