Strike woke up to the smell of fire, though it wasn't that strong. He looked up to see Zeppelin tending to the fire. "The hell? It's not even sunrise yet and you're already up" Zeppelin looks up at Strike from where he was tending the fire, his head twisted in a weird angle because of it. "You're up too, you know?" Strike couldn't believe it, this guy doesn't realize that he is THE early bird, to wake up before him was hard to believe and weird. He still pressed though "Wasn't expecting you to be a morning person." Zep looks up at him, "To be honest, nobody expects the golden boy to be a morning person do they." Well, he wasn't wrong. Looking at people in the past Strike found he hated the football stars, would sleep in and then run into all classes but gym late. And those new shoes that were always squeaky, it made him queasy so he stopped thinking about it. "You were one of those then, huh?" He replies without missing a beat, "Yep, through and through, but I was always willing to stick my nose in a computer, I'm nothing compared to Gidget though." Strike didn't relate, but he kept his mouth shut about it. "So what? You have parts of you that are perky and shine too freaking bright? Find something new, it's been what? 5 years, that's some major procrastination." Zeppelin laughs at that. "Finding something is harder than doing it." Strike sighs, "Don't fucking tell anybody I told you this, I don't want people coming to me for kumbaya or whatever the shit." Zeppelin nods, "You have my secret." Strike walks over and sits beside Zeppelin, "Look harder." Zeppelin bursts out in laughter. He then looks Strike in the eye, "Believe me, nobody will come to you for advice, that was awful man." Strike shrugs "I gave it a damn shot.". The two then sit in silence till the sun rises, Chewie wakes up an hour after sunrise, Gidget not far after. Chewie raises an eyebrow at the two but he doesn't say anything. Gidget speaks up "Where are we headed now." Strike is about to say something when Zeppelin gets up, "We follow the road." He starts to pack his bag. "It's what the captain said." Captain, surprisingly didn't sound that bad to Strike. Gidget looks a little concerned about this, "This early in the day?" Strike responds before Zeppelin could, "Fuck no, let's let the crawling things of the night go back into their holes before we head out. Zep is probably just packing, right?" Strike looks up to him and he nods, "I like to be ready, so we don't have to be scrambling last minute. Wake up, eat breakfast, I'm not stopping you" He walks to the where his sleeping bag is, and starts to roll it up. Strike notices Gidget has been sweating, "Are you alright Gidget?" his head snaps up, "What me? I'm fine." Far fucking from it, Strike could tell the other guys were calling bullshit too, but like him, they chose to keep their mouths shut. It was going to be a long day.