When Hellen entered the small little cabin it wasn't what she expected. The man known as Negan had another man there. He was in the middle of the cabin cooking up something on the fire.

"Who's this?"

He asked Negan once he seen the woman. Negan cracked a grin and shrugged his shoulders.

"Dunno. She wouldn't tell me her name. Kinda rude if you ask me. Offer the girl warmth and some food and she won't even gimme that."

"My name is Hellen."

She snapped annoyed already and on guard. She didn't know there would be another man here. She was just waiting to be jumped. The other man's eyes widened.

"Well excuse me, princess."

Negan chuckled amused. Walking over to one of the old cabin beds he removed his jacket tossing it down to the rail to dry. He then went and removed his boots while sitting down on the bed.

"Simon, you manage to actually find food?"

Negan questioned the man by the fire. Simon, as he was called, gave a nod.

"Found a few squirrels and some beans. It's not much, but it'll work."

Simon glanced Hellen's way noticing the girl was still standing drenched in the doorway looking like a kicked puppy. His brows reached his hair line as he seemed to give a wide eyed stare.

He motioned toward the open spot to him next to the fire.

"You gonna stand there freezing to death or are you gonna be sensible and come warm yourself?"

"I didn't know there was two of you."

She replied quick. Simon paused before a grin spread across his lips.

"We are probably the least dangerous people to you, little chica. That's one thing I can almost promise you."

He said turning his back to her and went back to stirring the pot. Hellen glanced over to Negan, who had laid back against the filthy bed with his eyes closed. His jacket, boots, and bat resting beside his bed made it almost look like your average every day dad who had fallen asleep in bed.

Taking a moment to watch Simon, Hellen was hesitant as she walked over beside him. She took a seat across from the fire where she could watch him. It wasn't until she was close to the fire and felt the sting of the heat hitting her skin and actually hurt did she realize just how cold she had become.

"Dunno if it'll fit, but we have some extra clothes. You stay in those wet ones and you'll be sick."

Simon offered. She watched him from beyond the flames. The heat that motioned up from the fire made his face dance with it giving him a rather mincing play to the eyes. Hellen looked to the bag that Simon had motioned toward. When she looked back he was once again focused on the food.

Pausing again, hesitation with these men was something that she had noticed quickly, she rose to her feet.

"There's a bathroom in the back. That door beside Negan's bed."

Once again Simon's eyes never left the food which almost caused ease to fill her tired body, but not enough for her to lower her guard.

Hellen walked over grabbing some of the clothing that was in the bag. She didn't really even look as to what she was grabbing. She just reached in and took what she believed to be a shirt and some bottoms.

Moving past Negan, who seemed to be sleeping now, she went into the dirty bathroom. Closing the door and locking it quickly Hellen attempted to calm her heart rate.

It wasn't really the dead anymore that scared her, but the living. And being alone with two men she knew nothing about wasn't something on the top of her wish list. Even though they seemed nice, she was worried that it was just all for show.

Stripping herself of her clothing Hellen started to put on the other clothing only to realize that she had grabbed a short sleeve white shirt and some dark grey sweatpants. It made her feel exposed, but at least now she was dryer than she was before.

Carrying her wet clothes out of the bathroom she walked back over past Negan, who was snoring at this point, to the fire by Simon. She didn't say anything as she laid out her soaked rags so they could dry.

"You don't talk much do you?"

Simon questioned. She shook her head.

"I haven't had anyone since this all started."

"You've been alone through this whole thing?"

The surprise in his voice caused her a simple nod. After spreading out her clothes she sat down beside them her eyes glued to the flames that danced below the food.

"How have you survived all this time?"

"Lucky I guess. I use to go camping a lot with my dad. I know a few things. Being a fire fighter has helped too."

"You? A fire fighter?"

There was surprise again. Hellen didn't look to him, but she nodded.

"Well, no wonder you've survived all this time on your own. You know medical training?"

"A little. I wasn't a first responder, but I know the basic stuff."

Looking up hearing his chuckle, she seen the wide grin stretched across his lips. His teeth were extremely white under his bushy stash.

"Well I'll be damned, princess. You might just out live us all."