The strangers offered food in exchange for a spot by the fire, claiming to have had car trouble up the road. Daryl wasn't buying it, not wanting to take a chance on strangers who could potentially be dangerous. The men lowered their guns.

"Going to let us in or not?" The more muscular man of the two asked. Daryl pulled violet to the side.

"I don't think we should trust them." He whispered to her and she gave him a look.

"What if it was us stuck with no shelter? Wouldn't you hope someone would help us? They can't be much older than us and they seem friendly.." Violet defended the two strangers.

With a sigh, and still with a lot of reservations, Daryl agreed with his fellow student. He wouldn't want to be stuck out in the open in this new world.

"Fine, but we keep an eye on them." He whispered, backing away from the door and swinging it open.

"Come on in." Violet offered a cheery smile. "I'm Violet, this is Daryl. What are your names?" She was happy to have more people in their small group. As the saying went, there was strength in numbers. They'd be much safer from the zombies if they defended each other.