Disclaimer (since I forgot to put this up in the 1st chapter) I DONT OWN!

Ali slept through most the day, and night and most of next morning. She had a small bowl of soup for lunch, it was nice to have something in her stomach for once.
"Here I brought you some clothes, dunno if they will fit ya very well but they are clean." Ali thanked the motherly woman as she stood on still weak legs and stretched.
"So do you think you will be up to going to dinner tonight?" Ali didn't even have to think about that.
"Yes I'm very much ready to get out of this room, if only for a little while."
"Alright, I best go get to cooking then." Isa smiled at Ali before continuing.
"I'll come to get you in a bit when its time for dinner." Ali nodded and drifted back off to dream land.

Sure enough when dinner rolled around Isabell came to lead Ali to the common room where most everyone was sitting around on anything that could hold their weight with a cup and plate in their hands talking to each other. Isa satAli down at a small table in the corner and returned a few minutes later with a plate full of...well it wasn't really full of food but it was food and Ali scarfed it down anyway. Ali took her time to examine those around her, most didn't look like the type of people she would consider talking to under normal circumstances, and she wasn't great with people. "Don't be afraid Ali, most of 'em here are good people just trying to live, they wont bite. If they did bite they would have me to answer to." Ali gaveIsabell a small smile Isabella took to pointing out some of the noteworthy people that were there.
"That's Eddie, he's alright but don't get on his bad side, he's got a nasty temper if you want a fight. That's Jared, Quinn's adopted son..." Ali looked at the 11 year old, he was adorable with big eyes and light skin. While Isa kept rambling about various people Ali's attention landed on two men, probably in their late twenties, early thirties. Both were tall and lean, good nature in their eyes but other than that they were different as day and night. Black hair, and green eyes, scruffy brown beard and deep chocolate eyes on the other. They seemed to be lost in conversation and she took the chance to openly stare.

Quinn and Creedy arrived just in time for dinner, they sat surrounded by men and women but simply ignored them as they talked to each other.
"You really should close your mouth and stop staring Creedy." Creedy instantly dropped his eyes and shoveled a mouthful into his mouth to cover his blunder while Quinn calmly continued.
"She's a pretty little thing, you should talk to her."
"Quinn, you must be joking I can't just waltz up there and start talking."
"So you will just capture her heart while you sit here and stare? Unlikely but alright."
"Fine I'll go and talk to her when dinner is over."
"I'll shove you over there myself if I have to, remember that."
"If your so interested in her why dont you go talk to her?"
"Because she's more your type." Quinn grinned at his buddy.
"'My type'?" Creedy gave him a look, causing Quinn's smile to widen.
"Don't deny your attracted to her, you'd be lying if you said you werent, I saw the way you looked at her when you brought her in, and judging by the amount of drool on your shirt-" He didn't get a chance to finish because Creedy huffed and cut him off.
"Fine Quinn I'll go introduce myself to her after dinner."
"That's a good boy Creedy."

Isa noticed Ali staring at the two. "Spotted Quinn and Creedy have ya? Many a woman here would jump at the chance to warm their beds...myself as well but I'm to old for those sort of things." Ali laughed at thelook in Isa's eyes. "Tell me more."
"Quinn is more or less the leader, and Creedy...well he's just...Creedy. Been friends ever since thedawn of time I would guess. Good 'ol boys they are. Quinn's mum was one of the first to die, dont know anything about his dad. He doesn't really talk much about before, but I do know he came from London. Creedy lost his sister and mom about 4 years after the first ones appeared and not long afterward his dad apparently decided to take one out with a shotgun, that didn't go to well." For some reason Ali clung to every word the woman next to her said about Quinn and Creedy though she was more interested in Creedy. Dinner was over before long, Ali had long ago lost herself in memories of when she and her friends would gather in the crowded lunch roomand catch a bite of something to eat, before fear of dragons. She remembered Sarah, her closest friend who had been inseperable from each other. She was so lost in thought she didn't notice the figure behind her and when they spoke and put their hand on her shoulder she jumped so badly she fell off the bench she was sitting on to look up at a very worried Creedy from her back.
"Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you so badly." He bent down to help her up, one of her pants legs was caught on a loose nails and had a rip from midthigh down to her knee.
"You took a bit of a tumble there, are you sure your alright?" He said, his eyes were full of concern and yet at the same time a small glint of laughter was present. 'How pretty' Ali thought, when she was finally able to stand up he offered her his hand which she took and firmly clasped.
"Creedy at your service." She grinned like a goofball. "Ali."
"I'm glad your up and about. Most of us were worried for you, anyone from the outside is welcome here."
"Yea I'm better thanks to Isa." Just then the older woman came and nodded to Creedy.
"Ill leave you to it then. Good night Ali." He left and went up a set of stairs just past the entrance.
"Isabell?" Ali was still watching the doorway Creedy had exited through.
"Yes?"
"Who found me? I want to thank them." Isabella smiled fondly at Ali, already she felt affection towards the young woman.
"Well then you missed your chance to thank him." Ali gave her a questioning look.
"Creedy was the one who saw you and brought you in." Ali was shocked. The man she had been talking to was the one that had saved her! At least now she would have an excuse to talk to him.