[b] Sylar Macey - Outpost - Meghan Cordon/People of Haywood [/b]

Sylar trudged through the camp with a dull haze in his head. He spotted the figure of one of the militia men, whose name was... Ben! Yes, that was his name... hopefully. "Hey! Ben!" He called, silently praying that it was, indeed, his name. He walked up to the kid, and gave him a mock salute. "Do you know where Meghan is?" Ben slowed a few feet away from him, and grimaced. 

"I think she went back to y'all's cabin- [i]Dude[/i], you smell like sh-" 

"Yeah, thanks, screw you too." Sylar said and walked past the kid. He scratched his beard and started towards the smallest cabin in Outpost with exhausted eyes. He looked around at everyone he passed. When someone smiled at him, forced a fake half-smile back at them. With relief, he opened the door to their cabin. He saw Meghan standing beside her bed, sliding into her navy blue pea coat. She brushed the wrinkles from her black jeans. She looked up and her faced brightened, matching her annoyingly happy attitude. 

"How'd the council meeting go?" Meghan asked. 

"Myriah wants everyone to try and learn sign language. I'm probably going to have to help teach." He said, stripping his jacket and throwing it to his bed. "Where you going?" Meghan went to the door.

"I'm just going to take a walk." 

"Alright well, I have to go on patrol duty later tonight, so I don't know if I'll be here when you get back." Sylar sat down on his bed. Meghan nodded and left the cabin, closing the door behind her. She walked off the porch and onto the dead ground. She watched as a cabins dimmed and people began to go in doors.

[b] Abram Chamberlin - The house - Floyd and Jess [/b] 

Abram woke with a slight irritation in his eye, which he wiped away with his right hand. He stood up and gazed out the window, gripping his pistol tight. He'd kept it with him just in case there was need for it in the night. He looked into the other room to see Jess and Floyd eating breakfast. He walked in and gave Jess a smile. He then turned to Floyd. "I kept this with me just in case I needed it in the night, but 'ere you go." He flipped the pistol and extended the handle towards Floyd. "All yours." He turned and picked up his bag. "I'll be leaving like you asked now."