Forty or fifty, I'd wager. New people all the time, I'm starting to lose count, actually. So far, people have been focused on things like building their shelters and during the day a fair share of us have been working on building a medical facility to house the medical supplies the gods gifted to us, as well as making sure there's a place for the two pregnant girls to have their babies when it's time. It's a little bit chillier at night, but you're welcome to stay in my shelter for the night if you like. I'm one of the few with a bed. No funny business, I swear; I'll sleep on the floor, of course, but if you were having a dizzy spell, maybe it's best you get some decent rest. Besides, it sounds like you went through something pretty traumatic so...please, I insist. I can help you put together a shelter of your own tomorrow when we have more light. And no, I don't believe there is. If there is, I'm almost certainly past deadline, as I've been here for a couple of weeks now. But no, I don't think that there's a rush on that. It's okay, from the sounds of things, I probably wouldn't have asked many questions either. Not if I was running from reanimated corpses, anyway.
I know, I'm sorry, that was really insensitive of me. Sometimes I don't think before I speak. My sincerest apologies. I didn't mean to belittle your experience to fodder for fascination.