Her 'thanks' would probably mean more if she hadn't followed it with that loathed pet name.
"Feels just like home." He means it as a joke, but in an awful way, it's true. He takes a seat in the chair and watches out the windows as she sleeps. His notepad, which somehow managed to stay in his pants pocket during all this, lays on his knee, and he makes notes in it to pass the time. Some drawings of the monsters. A list of their supplies. A list of what they know about the monsters, and a copy of the map he has in his lap.
It was stupid and naive to believe they'd ever really escape the FAYZ, wasn't it? Maybe it's not the same bubble as they used to be in, but the rules are the same. Be smart. Be vigilant. Be shameless. Trust no one. Look out for yourself because the instant you rely on someone else is the instant you're out of luck.
He looks over at Diana's sleeping body and realizes that as much as they don't get along, she's the only one he knows who truly understands it. Even Orc doesn't, having spent most of the FAYZ in a booze-fueled blur and leaning on Howard to keep things from falling through. It's a strange sort of camaraderie, one that isn't worth anything practical, but at least they don't have to explain themselves to each other during this romp through Hell.
After a few hours he's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, and a sleeping guard is worse than none at all. His head's throbbing from dehydration. He tugs at the end of her sleeping bag. "Your turn. If I don't crash I'm going to doze and then we'll both end up dead."
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"Feels just like home." He means it as a joke, but in an awful way, it's true. He takes a seat in the chair and watches out the windows as she sleeps. His notepad, which somehow managed to stay in his pants pocket during all this, lays on his knee, and he makes notes in it to pass the time. Some drawings of the monsters. A list of their supplies. A list of what they know about the monsters, and a copy of the map he has in his lap.
It was stupid and naive to believe they'd ever really escape the FAYZ, wasn't it? Maybe it's not the same bubble as they used to be in, but the rules are the same. Be smart. Be vigilant. Be shameless. Trust no one. Look out for yourself because the instant you rely on someone else is the instant you're out of luck.
He looks over at Diana's sleeping body and realizes that as much as they don't get along, she's the only one he knows who truly understands it. Even Orc doesn't, having spent most of the FAYZ in a booze-fueled blur and leaning on Howard to keep things from falling through. It's a strange sort of camaraderie, one that isn't worth anything practical, but at least they don't have to explain themselves to each other during this romp through Hell.
After a few hours he's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, and a sleeping guard is worse than none at all. His head's throbbing from dehydration. He tugs at the end of her sleeping bag. "Your turn. If I don't crash I'm going to doze and then we'll both end up dead."