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“Yes sir.” Conner replied as the Captain barked out the order. Though, he was not really thrilled with the idea of just the two of them being left to guard the whole camp on their own. Conner immediately went to the collapsed wall in the station where he had driven the truck in as he knew that would be the prime location for breaking in to their camp. It looked like Duchess was patrolling between tunnel entrance and the main entrance to the station. That was one of her more admirable qualities; she wasn’t much of a talker. He knew she came from the wealthy side before the great fall, but he didn’t care about that too much, now it was all about just surviving. It was no longer a battle of classes, it was all about humanity prevailing in the face of adversity.
He pulled down his goggles and set them to thermal vision; if anyone or anything was planning an ambush, he’d see it coming. He had his sword drawn in his right hand and ready to go. Something about this whole thing felt ominous, like something was trying to divide the group so they could pillage their supplies. All the more reason he was not happy being one of the last ones on the surface. He was glad that he had the security system set up on his truck, though. Even if they did manage to kill him and the rest, and managed to get into the truck, the automated booby traps would take out who ever or whatever tried to get into his truck before he deactivated the security.
He scanned the area. There was nothing out in the darkness but a few small animals not even big enough to hunt. The sounds echoing up from the tunnels were less than encouraging, however, but he wasn’t about to go down there.
“You got anything over there, Duchess?” He called, more to break the eerie silence than because he was actually worried.