The Return » Places

         Colin had taken up watch for the past few hours along with Boris though he didn't tell Silas that, on alert for any sound out of place and any movement not meant to be. By now he'd already gone through his daily ritual, caring for his rifle that had served him well for the past couple of years. Even though he hadn't heard or seen anything for a while he was still on high alert, so when he heard the sound of something getting up behind him, he spun on his heel, bringing up the Sako whilst doing so. He tensed for a few brief moments before recognizing that it was Silas that was getting up. Colin lowered his rifle and went about his rounds once more before settling down to a more relaxed state. He settled down next to his pack, opening it up to get the half full bottle of water that was inside. He pushed his clothes aside and took it out from the bottom of the pack. Already it was starting to get hot, and he didn't want to survive for this long to die of dehydration. When he looked up again, Silas had gone.

Probably to go do the rounds. Silas always did like to make sure.

Colin looked over the ragtag bunch of survivors that he'd joined for a long time now. One less face then he was used to seeing, another dead body that he blamed himself for. Too slow to pull the trigger, too late to save a friend. He shook off the memory. Amy Prior, probably the youngest of them all. She was quick on her feet and served as the group's scout. Only female in the group. Bronislav Anisimov, probably the oldest of them all. Short, insane, but brilliant. That baseball bat had saved their lives more than once. Pretty good at everything really, even gave him a small wood carving. Got used for firewood, though he'd never tell Boris that. Silas, though he was gone for the moment. Older than Amy, but younger than both himself and Boris. He was one of the first people Colin had met when he went away from Norfolk. Had his crosshairs over his head when he didn't know it, but decided not to shoot. He hadn't told Silas about thinking to shoot him, since he didn't know how he'd react. He took up the role as leader and he made most of the decisions, like now, where they were heading up to D.C. Colin was broken out of his thoughts when he saw Silas coming back in to the clearing.

"Rise and Shine; It's another beautiful day in the apocalypse."

Colin raised an eyebrow, getting up and shouldering his pack. The weight of the steel plate was noticeable, but comfortable.

"The smell of rot is in the air! The sounds of death fill our ears! Oh what a wonderful day!"