𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇, Naomi made sure to look away from the redneck, not wanting the man to see just how much he could affect her by doing nearly nothing.
Just the thoughts of what they had done influencing and running around her mind on a loop, his presence just bringing the thoughts right out of her.
However, as she lightly chewed on the skin of her lips looking away from Daryl, she quickly threw her attention on to who ever opened their mouths next.
Hoping to distract herself from her wild memories and daydreams.
"We could siphon more fuel from these cars, for a start." Theodore Douglas, or rather T-Dog the only other African American survivor suggested, knowing that the station wagon and RV were running low.
Along with that, many of the gas stations had already been siphoned or emptied, yet a lot of the cars around them looked stagnant, so they most likely weren't touched yet and still filled with usable gas.
Hearing another suggestion being thrown in the pot, a quick pattern in agreement to use what had been laid out luckily in front of them began to show.
"Maybe some water." Carol Peletier, the mother of Sophia; one of the only children, and the only widowed parent in the group; the pair having driven in with their resident leader Rick and his family.
