[b] Matt-Outpost [/b] Matt wondered for a second...The air was bitter, perhaps it was angry at him. Like it was sentient.which of course was silly, but sometimes Matt could swear that air felt like like knives. Perhaps it was only him. Him....by himself. When they came back...there were many emotions...Perhaps, Matt had judged Thomas differently....or apparently Tyler different then he thought it would be. That was bad, People were gone. And everything wasn't as smooth as he Wanted it to be. And He didn't even expect that much smoothness. But what happened in Haywood seemed to affect everyone else. But in a way, Matt was back to being with the counsel deciding the directions of things. It seemed the most difficult period was over for now. He seemed to be constantly tired now, or was he always tired...He couldn't remember. For now he was just looking at a table taping his fingers against the table like a bored child at School. "Next thing is....Something...Next thing....next thing" [b] Aoife-Outpost [/b] A new leaders for the scouts, thankfully someone who wasn't crazy...At least not yet. Things felt a bit tense, but she was focused. The hoard had pasted. Matt was still here, leading the whole place. She felt sick at the fact, but she was just a member of the scouts. That was all. Was today her birthday? Today or tomorrow...Somewhere in January certainly. That was the month if she kept count. "Go....me" She sighed. At least there were people who she could trust. Not many people could say that. [b] Aiden-Camp [/b] It was weird, they had stayed here for quite a while. But now it was time to move, there was friction. Certainly over Floyd,Aiden had hoped it would ease. But it had only gotten worse, He sighed. Did they even know where they were going? But that was all. They were going, his supplies and everyone's else was ready. He had his precious bouncy ball. Getting into the Vehicle, he sighed deeply. "Bye sweet uncomfortable camp " [b] Rob-Somewhere Rob doesn't know the name of-All Alooooone [/b] Rob scratched at his legs, they were so itchy. He wondered why they were itchy, they only gave him bad memory's when they had the serious bad case of the bedbugs. All their legs were full of hives and bleeding spots. Those memory's gave him the shivers. Also because it was cold, but that wasn't the point. The point was that his legs were itchy, and he had nothing to treat that. He hoped that people would leave the useless things like...Leg itchiness....lesser medicine...But no, they even took that. Damn them and their un-itchy legs. A lot of them were probably rotting at this point. The medicine wouldn't solve that would it. Rob still wondered if he should of stayed at Haywood once he recovered. There was nothing left for him there...was that his excuse? Perhaps it was the fact that he could do better by himself. Sure he had been in Haywood for a long while. But was it really Haywood anymore? It seemed so...destroyed. Plus, Being by himself hadn't been so bad...Then again, he hadn't actually seen anyone else....the numbers dwindled every day it seemed. Soon there would be no one at all, but he shouldn't make himself sad. Rob felt his hand, he had a wound across his palm. He didn't remember what exactly happened, but he cut himself deep across the hand. He had bandages thankfully. But, he could grip anything with that hand for a while. But no infection, and that what mattered. But for now he was moving...While humming a song.