On his way to the construction site, where he was "ordered" to do some construction on barricades that will help in the future if the infected try to break in the safe zone. He saw men and woman many thin as a bone, children tired, but working like full grown men. He glared at them knowing he cannot help them, not even himself. Soldiers were shouting at the people to be faster, better at their duties. "Duty. Who ever chose you to be our leaders, our guides. Is this leadership came from men or from God? If it is from God than lead me to a better tommorow, but if it is not, you do not have power over men." Thoughts constantly raced in his head.

When he came at the constructin site, he started working at the barricades, putting wires and sharp metal on the them. He knew that things like some barricades would not stop infected invasion if ever comes to it. But who was he to hold a lectures to the high ranking people nowdays. To leaders of men. He just knew one thing. People do not have control, not even their own free will.