I don't know how to survive

This is a group made up of ten people total, including Channary. She is the oldest, the youngest being thirteen years old and is Chan's 'apprentice' if you will. They have taken up in a small abandoned town that has a small convenience store that was somehow not ransacked (at least not terribly), and a small little neighborhood that has houses within the woods near the town that they have taken up. Channary changed one of the other stores that was completely trashed into her living space and what she calls her 'clinic'. The clinic was at one point in time a small cafe with an upstairs loft apartment that Channary made into her own after a few days of cleaning and setting up. There are no walls around this town and so they are always on guard for potential threats out there.

Channary had just finished cleaning the clinic for the morning and smiled a bit to herself, quite proud of what she had accomplished. Normally it took much longer to get it clean than she had spent on it, but now it was really just to wipe everything down and adjust things before she then settled in her normal chair and looked around, waiting for one of the group's children to get hurt or things of the like.

Then she realized that she was not alone and looked over the robot and bit her lip. There was mud on the wheel and she really hated the fact that she would have to clean that, and she was itching to get started on that already. "ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS."

The girl with auburn hair blinked and then ran a hand through her hair and laughed a little. "Robots, far more clean." Then she looked down at the mud and sighed. "Usually."