My updates are all messed up... Though today I have been writing for hours, so I should be able to update on schedule... Who knows....

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"Rob has definitely changed." I sat on the bed and cleaned off my knives. "Sorry about that Brent."

"I'm fine. He throws weak punches. I'm just glad that I wasn't infected, other wise he'd be dead."

"Yeah. And what was with that Caleb guy? He seemed a little..."

"Creepy?" James was wiping down his backpack with a washcloth. "I would agree. I just hope he won't do anything stupid."

"James why are you cleaning your backpack?" Shyla walked in and just looked at him.

"Yeah I've always wondered why you are so attached to your back pack. You sleep with it, you eat with it, you do everything with it. What's with that?"

"Well... See... This backpack... It's kinda... It's hard to explain okay? Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight." James picked up his backpack and he crawled onto his bed.

"We should get some sleep too." Brent covered the lanterns with a blanket. "Night guys."

"Goodnight!"

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I awoke to a rustling noise outside. I grabbed my pistol and decided to investigate. When I opened the door, a cold breeze smacked me in the face. I guess it still must have been pretty early, because it was still dark. No one else was up, so I decided to roam around the grounds.

I climbed to the roof of our building, and I looked around at the grounds. There was a farm behind our building, and a training grounds behind the next. By the looks of it, each building had something special behind, so it formed a circle of things to do.

"How long has he been working on this?" I almost jumped to the sound of Brent's voice.

"Geez you scared me!"

Brent let out a small chuckle. "I could tell. Though will you ever answer my question?"

I nodded. "He's been building this for about 2 years now. At first I was skeptical, but now I'm glad."

"We're all glad." Brent sat down next to me. "Oh and your welcome."

I gave him a puzzled look. "For what?"

"Not beating up your friend back there. It wouldn't have been that hard."

I smiled a bit. "Thanks. I just hope reality hits him pretty soon, because I don't wanna deal with this any longer.

"Yeah..." There was a awkward silence, and I wanted to break it. I looked towards Brent, and I could tell that he felt the same way. "So Winter, are we gonna stay here forever?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Hopefully we can."

"Can I be honest with you?"

I nodded.

"I don't feel safe here." Brent looked around as he said that, as if there was something watching us. "I feel like these people are gonna turn on us. Especially that Caleb guy. He seemed pretty mad."

"Yeah I agree. I'm keeping the keys with me at all times."

"You really think they will try and steal our RV?" Brent asked.

"I don't honestly know. Back when we were getting the RV, I saw Shyla in the room where you get the keys. She told me that I have to always keep my eyes out on people more then infected. People are less predictable."

"She's got a point. I only trust you and James."

"Why not Shyla?" I asked sounding a little bit puzzled.

"She just appeared out of no where. We don't know much about her..."

"Yeah you're right. I can't be quick to trust people in this day and age. It's not like before." I took a big yawn. "I think we should go back to bed, it's late out."

"Agreed." We exchanged awkward looks, before finally climbing off the roof and going to bed.