Snippet #2397121

Everyone was tired. Very, very tired. Especially Jeff. But he was more mentally exhausted than he was physically. Probably because he had to secure the entire group while at the same time keeping a very close eye on Beth and because it's been long since he had a chance at getting a shelter and a group. Beth looked too lonely whenever they tried to stop for a rest. Jeff figured she needed companions to lift some of her burden. Anytime soon, and Beth might break down of severe stress from the burden of having to take care of the living child inside of her and to take care of this old fart.

Sigh... Jeff sighed heavily. He was resting against the wall of the barn, the small blanket covering on his legs. he raised his wrinkled arms up to block the light shining right above him. He used to do that whenever he visited the beach during the holidays. The sun used to cook the oil off his fat stomach he accumulated over the past year. He knew it was stupid to believe that but hey, it's the time of his life. He could do whatever he wanted. Jeff smirked at the stupid remarks he used to make back during the years. But that life is long gone and shattered now. The future he could see now is either him dying and everything ending, or his daughter dies and he has no more reason to life. However, that was not about to happen. No matter what happens, he will protect his daughter. Even if it meant leaving first. He knows that it's selfish, and he may have chose some other choice when this vision happened in his mind, but he still thinks that it better to leave first than feeling the pain of seeing his beloved daughter leaving first.

"Truck eighteen." A faint but loud enough voice echoed throughout the building. All voice ceased, and there was only dead silence. Jeff didn't whose voice was those, and no matter how he tried to remember, he couldn't remember a similar voice. Maybe his old friend who was probably dead by now did, but it was impossible. His voice was much more arrogant than this. Seconds later, a similar voice answered.

"Sarge is that you?" That was definitely Zac, but from how he answered with 'Sarge', he assumed that it was the Sergeant who was driving the truck. Then another voice cut in.

"Hello?" This time, Jeff recognized it immediately. The owner of this voice was the arrogant girl from the truck who actually cared about her appearance rather than survival in a life-or-dead situation and nearly abandoned the old man in the sinking truck. [Oh, no, it's that girl again. Who was it? Jenifer, was it?] He pondered about this when a flashlight flickered on and shone onto the entrance. There stood the man in military suit and a young girl, who was both catching their breaths. Jeff quickly stood up, and slowly walked towards them. He was relieved that the Sergeant was alive, but the girl? Not very much, but she's still human.

"Glad to have you back, Sarge."