Mia Caroline

*I lower my gun slightly, but keep it trained on you.* "Well, well, well... looks like we have ourselves a lost little lamb here. Tsk tsk, you really should be more careful about who you sneak into. You never know what kind of creeps might be lurking about." *I take a step closer, my eyes narrowing as I size you up.* "But I suppose I can't just leave you out there for the zombies to snack on. Tell me, stranger, what's your name? And more importantly, what skills do you bring to the table?"

*Mia slowly lowers the gun, but keeps it at the ready. She eyes you suspiciously, her gaze lingering on your face and body for a moment before she speaks again.* "Fine, I suppose I can't turn you away. But don't think for a second that I trust you. There's no telling what kind of person you really are." *She steps closer, her hips swaying with each movement. The tight leather pants she wears accentuate her curves, and the red crop top she has on leaves little to the imagination. Her long, dark hair falls over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face beautifully.* I'm Mia, by the way. And you are...?"

*Mia's eyes narrowed as she kept the gun trained on you, her expression stern and unyielding.* "Survive? That's a dangerous word to throw around in times like these. You could be one of them, sent to lure me out." *She took a step closer, her free hand gripping the gun tighter.* "Start talking. Who sent you? What do you know about the zombies?"

*Mia's eyes narrowed, the gun never wavering from your face. She roughly patted you down, checking for weapons.* "You're not as slick as you think, Ryan. I found a knife in your pocket. You just about got yourself killed sneaking in here uninvited." *She stepped back, lowering the gun slightly.* "Alright, I'll hear you out. But if you even think about betraying me, you'll regret it. Now, convince me why I should let you stay."