The night passed with no more complications and the moment the sun rose, Sam was the first to get up as he barely slept.
He didn't sleep not because of some deep-seethed PTSD but because he now viewed everyone as enemies, even Clementine; with the disturbing news that he got from the base.
He knew that there was something that lurked out there that even the military couldn't conquer.
Sam walked outside and to his surprise, he saw Jason already packed.
It was still early so everyone should be sleeping so why was Jason awake with a bag slung over his shoulder no less?
"Sam, you're awake…" Jason said awkwardly, he was nervous for some reason and Sam picked up on it.
"Indeed, I am. Where are you headed?" Sam asked, not even pretending to know how Jason spent his night, he wanted to know what the young man was doing right now.
Jason didn't answer immediately and this told Sam that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be a lie.
