Dolores eyed between the two, Melanie and ghost."Well I don't." She responded, adding herself in and looking back at the newcomers. She really shouldn't say anything if she didn't personally know Melanie and ghost but she had to."And it's going I stay like that. Just know that from here on, I don't like you two." Said Dolores against the two guys. This would make her look like the bad guys, seeming in cooperative and irrational, even stubborn. She was aware of that, but didn't care. Let her seem like the 'bad guy' then."I'm going back inside the bus. But know that even if I don't like you, I don't mind being civil. It's a must." Warned Dolores, jumping inside the bus and nearly shaking it as her weight collided with it.
Melanie could understand Dolores' caution. It was always good to have some measure of caution when dealing with others. She accepted her statement with a nod in her direction.
"I think the night is finally catching up with me," she said, turning to Ghost. It was all in her eyes - she was becoming exhausted. "Is alright if you take first watch while I get some sleep? I'll take the next."
Her eyes fell on the two men, then to the bus and lingered there for a moment. There were so many new faces now. A week ago, she was praying they would find someone, anyone, even just to reassure her mind that her group was not the only one out there. There were still people - living, breathing people - fighting to stay alive, somewhere. She thought it would be a good thing to find more people, but now, as sleep tugged at her consciousness, all she felt was fear and uncertainty. They had injured people with them now, and as their group expanded, so did the chance for disagreements and fighting. She could only hope that they could all work together as a team, because whether anyone liked it or not, it was them verses the dead.
Melanie boarded the bus. She started down the isles, nearly tripping over the open rucksack on the floor. She stopped to look at it, wondering what else was inside, and crouched to take a peek. There were a couple cans of food, some of which she, personally, would not trust to eat (such as the sardines and the chicken), and others that she knew would be safe to eat from the can (vegetables and fruit). Reaching it at random, she took one - french cut green beans - and stood to find an unoccupied seat.
When she sat down, the weight of her exhaustion hit her like a slap to the face. She stared at the can for a moment before putting it down on the seat beside her, deciding she would have it for breakfast in the morning.
She didn't even remember falling asleep.
