[b]Alex Clark - Cabin Aftermath[/b]

Cody gave him a dirty look and shoved him out of the way as soon as he realized what Alex had done. The Pack was [i]packing[/i] up and the opportunity to shoot Enrique was gone. Cody looked for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but then seemed to calm down and threw his rifle on the ground. He swore a lot before he leaned against a nearby tree. The present scouts shared the infuriated mood with Cody, but also all seemed to realize that fighting them would be futile. Not even all of them had firearms anymore. Alex walked over to the small group of hostages amongst which he at least recognized Danny and the woman he apparently knew. The one from Haywood. It seemed that she kept bearing the brunt of the Outpost's worst. He pitied them, being made into victims of the Outpost's scheming once again after everything from the past few days.They went inside the cabin to escape the sight of Sylar's brutalized remains, and most of the present scouts, now demoralized, followed them inside. Alex grunted and grabbed his pitchfork. At least he didn't bring the damn thing for nothing.

Entering the cabin together with Cody and two others who had helped bury the remains of Sylar, Alex sighed audibly. Today sucked. All of the tension of yesterday, the night before and this morning was starting to weigh on him, and he knew that if he sat down and closed his eyes he'd fall asleep. Then again, he still had something to do. Walking over to where Danny was arguing with Shannon, he barged into their conversation, taking a seat nearby. He wouldn't usually have done something that blunt, but not now. He was exhausted, and something had to be done. [b]"How'd you guys get involved in this bloody crap?"[/b] He asked as he noticed that the pitchfork he had placed against the wall fell on the ground with a loud clattering noise. He sighed and decided it was too much effort to pick it up, awaiting an answer from Danny or the woman instead.