Welcome to Gaia! ::

The young man she had found was Liam. The bites had all(mostly, he'd said with a creeping flush across the bridge of his nose that was telltale enough not to press) come from a monster, not the infected or the undying. Beyond that, he had seemed unwilling to give details, clamming up and avoiding her eyes, expression almost pained. After a while Peyton had let it go, then found him a safe place to hide out while she went to scout the area.

Now, alone, Peyton didn't have to worry about keeping an eye on someone that was barely armed, and likely didn't have much of a clue as far as actual combat went. He'd only really slow her down if she'd let him stay with her. Harsh, but true.

And her decision would find itself enforced as the Dainty Sun stumbled upon an undead figure wandering int he fog. This one, however, was not a part of the infection that was bringing this city to it's knees.

Lip twitching, she paused, summoning Warrick and sinking back into ready stance, waiting for the zombie to either continue on her way, or face her.

No immediate attack, Peyton stayed put, weapons still up and ready. If the undead wasn't going to attack, she could extend the same curtesy. For now.

"So it seems." Pale eyes narrowed. "What do you mean too? What are you doing with the survivors?"