"Okay, seriously, everyone just shut up and go to sleep." Yeah. Trying to sleep...not so fun with four people. Alice and I had the cot, no blankets though, as Edward and Jasper had confiscated them to sleep on the floor.

It was only silent for a minute before Alice started speaking again. "How long do you think it will take us to get there?"

Groans came from Edward and I, while Jasper asked (nicely) for her to try and sleep.

"Ow!" I was woken by a sharp nudge in my ribs.

"You were talking." Alice whispered.

"I talk in my sleep." I muttered.

"Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey!" Alice squealed in my ear.

I sat up and glared. Edward and Jasper were already up and had food. "Okay. New plan. You all can stay here for the night, I'm going to sleep in the house."

"What house?" Alice asked. I realized I hadn't told them about that. So I explained that while I grabbed a can of...something.

About an hour later, after making sure all three of them could find the stream, I was ready to take the trip to stock up. "I don't want all of us to go, it gets too risky. So who wants to come and who will stay?"

"I'll stay." Alice said. "And you should have Edward go with you. He can carry everything."

I smiled as he agreed, and Jasper agreed to stay with Alice in the shelter. "So Alice, was that so you could spend more time with Jasper?" I asked her as we fell behind the two boys.

"No." she replied. "It was so you could spend more time with Edward."

I froze for a second. Alice continued on, oblivious to the fact that I stared after them. Was she seriously trying to play matchmaker? I mean, on a totally physical level, I didn't mind. Edward was very good looking, and for reasons completely different than Jake. But Jake and I had been friends, and I barely knew anything about Edward. So was that why Alice said what she did, so that Edward and I could get to know each other? I snapped out of my thoughts and caught up with them.

Before Edward and I left, I made sure my gun was fully loaded, and made sure to take extra ammo as well.

"You'll know when we're back. After all, we'll be the one's knocking politely." I told Alice and Jasper.

"Yeah. Not to mention yelling for you to open the door before the things get us." Edward joked.

"That is not funny." I told him as we started walking.

"Sure it is." he replied with a shrug.

"It's what you were doing the other night."

"Bella, did you ever try to find humor in anything that's happened?"

I walked on, trying to get a grip before I shouted. That would be bad. "What is funny about your step-dad, amongst others, killing your boyfriend before he can turn? What is funny about him then giving himself so that you and your mom can make a run for it. And what the hell could ever be funny about shooting your mom just after she turned?" I seethed.

Edward was silent. "None of that is funny." he said after a few minutes. "But Laurent, my friend and partner...he joked about everything. It was a way for him to deal with stress. When he almost got bitten...did you ever watch the 'Crocodile Hunter'?" I nodded. "He used to do the accent and say things like 'Crikey! That was close!' and just...in general try to blow things off. Like they were no big deal."

"The things that happened were a big deal. You can't just say a few words and then, hey! Everything is alright because I just said something funny."

"I didn't suggest that you did. I was just asking if you ever tried to see humor. Like, this one time, just after we left Chicago, we found a bunch of them. Anyway, safest thing to do: run. So we did. We're plenty in front of the group, and James trips. He was perfectly fine. Scared senseless, but fine. Anyway, a few hours later, we decided to stop, and the first thing he says is 'You know, I can see the headline now. Master zombie killer trips over air'. We all needed something to laugh at, and usually the best thing was yourself."

I smiled. "You know, that sounds like it could be me. I was so clumsy before. Not so much anymore though. Too much practice."

We spent the rest of the trip in silence. I really hated going into anyplace that was once alive. It still feels a bit like stealing. Plus, zombies tend to congregate. Which is, naturally, potentially problematic. But Edward got that fact. When it was time to raid, it was...excellent. Go in, kill, grab, kill, get out. I was always on some adrenaline rush at these times, and Edward was too, judging by how he was handling that thing he called a weapon.

All in all, we were only out in the open for twenty minutes. A pretty decent time. We set a quick jogging pace back, easy enough to keep up, and fast enough to escape.

A little over four hours later, we were back. I knocked on the door. "Little kids, little kids, let me come in."

"No! You're supposed to say 'Not by the hair of our chinny-chin chins!" Alice exclaimed as Jasper pulled the door open.

I smiled. "Well, I'm glad he didn't. I don't think I could huff and puff and blow the house down."

Edward smiled at me. "See? Just a bit of humor helps." he told me as he passed me to enter.

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