Sleeping Area

"Joshua! Joshua, wait--Sam, get off me...Joshua!" Ben gently pushed Sammy off him and hopped off the bed. His heart beating fast, he ran out of the room. Sammy whined and chased after him.
Oh God, his head hurt like hell. Ben rubbed his temple and clamped a hand on Joshua's shoulder as he catched up with him. "Wait. Dude, I know how you feel...This is all so, so stupid..." His voice sounded a bit pleading, but the world was just so messed up at the moment...
"Look, I'm sorry I passed out like an idiot while Albert died...That was dumb of me. I understand how you feel. I feel the same too."
Despite the moment, Ben noticed a few things. Joshua was nearly the same height as him. A few years younger. Ben smiled a bit. It was like having a little brother. Kinda.
"Alright then...there is a killer. But not a necceserally a blood-thirsty killer." He hated saying killer. "But we need to know some things first before we hunt down and maybe kill the killer himself. We need to find out why he...or she wants to kill us? I mean, us. Why us? You get it?"
Ben's grip on Joshua's shoulder grew harder as he continued with his hypothesis. "I have one guess so far. The killer might be mentally disturbed or something. But what if they're not? They wanna kill us for a reason, right? We gotta find that out."
His voice was so calm as he talked about this subject...About killing, about murder...about themselves.
"But first," he said gently. "We have to help out Albert. He's still out there by himself with that gaping wound in his stomach. The others don't have to come if they're that scared. But I'm going. Albert was our friend, man. We have to help him." Ben gave Joshua's shoulder a pat, then started heading for the ladders. "Come on. To the deck."