'This is nice, isn't it?' Mathew thought as he walked roughly in the middle of the entire group.
He leads the hunters, both old and new, up to the gates of the school compound. Yet, the second they put their first step outside, Mathew turned fully passive.
He was there to lead with advice if anyone asked, but he had no plans of going out of his way to point out the obvious unless absolutely necessary.
'Not having to think in everyone's place while worrying about the consequences and the greater picture…' Mathew raised his eyes to the sky and took a deep breath. 'It sure is nice, isn't it?'
For the first time since the apocalypse began, Mathew could claim that he had some real free time. Some time that he could spend thinking nothing and letting his brain regenerate a little.
"What a broken man I am," Mathew muttered, voicing his thoughts without even realizing that fact.
