Meeting your hosts

Wandering towards the voices, you stop at the end of the hallway, looking into the dimly lit living room where the others are gathered, "Hey," You say by way of greeting.

Tyrone gives you a warm smile.

Dave blurts out "A pleasure to meet you!" As he stands, extending a hand in greeting.

From where she sits, Sue gives you a barely perceptible nod.

"Thank you for helping me," You say self consciously, feeling like you should say more, but not sure what you can say. Thank you for fucking me in the ass to keep me from becoming a sex crazed Infected. Just didn't feel right.

"Take a seat," Tyrone gestures towards the empty recliner. As you take the offered seat, you notice that the living room isn't arranged the way you are used to seeing. Most living rooms are arranged around the TV, but in this case the seating is all arranged in a crude circle in spite of the TV in the room.

The realization strikes you that without TV, the living room in this house has become a more social place, the seating facing each other to make visiting with other people more comfortable.

"Now that we have the unpleasant out of the way, maybe we should be formally introduced," He gives a half smile, "I'm Tyrone, and these guys keep telling me that I'm the leader of this merry little band," Gesturing at Sue, "Sue here can be a bit, . . . critical at times, but when push comes to shove, she's the real leader of this group," Nodding towards Dave, "And Dave here is, or rather was, a professor of biology before all this started, and the only one of us who is smart enough to think his way out of a box."

Sue opens her mouth as if to protest, but Tyrone continues before she can get a word in edge wise, "Before all this happened, I worked construction. And Sue here was a trophy wife."

"The fuck!" Sue blurts angrily.

Before she can continue, Tyrone raises a hand defensively, fighting back his amusement at her outburst, "Sorry," He cuts in, "Sue here was a domestic diva before this all started."

You half expect Sue to fly out of the loveseat she is in to attack Tyrone, but she stays seated, obviously fighting the urge.

"Seriously though," Tyrone's tone is softer now, obviously trying to smooth things over a little, "Sue here is invaluable. She's incredible at finding the things that we need, and I've never met another person who reacts half as quickly when the shit hits the fan."

Its obvious that Sue still isn't happy, but by the time Tyrone finishes talking its obvious that she's much calmer than she was just a minute earlier.

"What about you?" Dave asks, "Tell us about yourself?" His tone makes it more of a question than a command.

Taking a deep breath, you consider your options. Seeing no reason to not share, you begin to tell them more about yourself.