[b] Abram - The Bus - Jess [/b] 

Abram was about to turn to head to the front of the bus when Jess put her hand on his arm, offering him a thank you. He nodded in returned, resuming his trek to the front of the bus. One thing bugged his mind, however... It wasn't fair. None if this was fair. This girl, still a teenager, had been through too much... she'd seen dead people come back to life, living people fall dead to the ground, and she'd seen life enter a dead world. She was a tough kid, that was for sure... Abram could look in her eyes and see pure dogmatism and determination. She also bore that look when she held her little boy that said "Think about touching him, and I'll feed you to the walkers." 

Abram pulled his train of thought to the present and assessed the situation at hand. At the front of the bus, he opened his pack to examine it, but a grimace poked at his lips when he viewed the supplies - or lack thereof. A large box of ammunition (Divided between Pistol rounds and rifle rounds), several water bottles, and several sundry cans of preserved foods. He removed a water bottle and took it back to Jess, then returned to the front. He went to the driver's seat and searched for a minute; nothing. He then looked to the glove compartment of the bus. He took his knife and began to work at the lock on the compartment. Sliding the tip of the blade into the keyhole, he put his ear close to the plastic frame, listening for a click. When the click came, he turned the knife and opened the compartment, satisfied at what he saw. A small lockbox sat inside, locked only by a cheap lock. He removed the box and forcibly smashed the lock. He opened the box to find a single key, labeled with the FORD logo. He grinned to himself and took the key, placing himself in the driver's seat. \

The man cursed when he turned the key, but the bus gave no response. He swore and shook his head. Why had he expected better than that? 

Unbeknownst to the two in the bus, a group of four men sat in the woods across the road. "Wait until he leaves. Jenson, you follow him when he does and take him out." The leader of the pack said. The man called Jerry nodded, but was slightly uncertain of if he wanted to take on the guy. He was tall, muscled and he looked like he could use that rifle well enough. The men sat in wait for their chance to take these people's supplies.

[b] Sylar - Outpost - Mariah/Sylar [/b]

Sylar spoke in an attempt to calm Mariah down. "Listen, listen... Mariah, we're all fine. Charlie's leg will heal; she's a tough kid..." The man spoke in his baritone southern voice, and sighed. "As for Rudy- Danny- err what he's calling himself now, I don't know how they're doing. They haven't come back, but I am sure they're fine." He said, trying to be as sympathetic as possible. He looked at her for a moment. "You should get inside before you get sick." He gave her as much of an empathetic smile as he could. He wasn't used to this kind of thing... this was the same reason that he wasn't friendly with many of the kids in outpost besides Meghan and Hazel. 

Children made Sylar nervous... only one had put him at ease... there had only ever been one child that had gained the unconditional love that Sylar hid deep down under lock and key in his heart. He waited until Myriah walked away before he relaxed. He was about to walk towards his cabin when Enrique approached him. He swore silently... He really didn't want to talk to anyone else right now... 

[b]"Good to see you made it back. Who all did we loose?"[/b] Sylar read Enrique's inquiry as slightly hostile. What was he trying to say? That they'd screwed up, even though he'd not told him about the loss yet? Slightly defensive, Sylar attempted to level his voice. "Just... just Alan, though I'm not belittling his death." He breathed in. "Charlie broke her leg, but other than that we're alright." He studied the man in that moment. Sylar had originally hated him after the Haywood incident, but he'd come to understand slightly better. He too had made poor choices under the influence and pressure of others. 

[b] Emma - The Cabin - Rob/Finch [/b] 

Emma sat in corner of the cabin by the unlit fireplace. It was then that she heard a fierce pounding on the door. She bolted to the bedroom, grabbing the rifle from the bed, and using all of her strength to force the bolt back. She aimed at the the door, bravely waiting for a threat to present itself. Her breathing was heavy and her heart pounded as she waited. When the door smashed in, she was astounded to see Rob and Finch in the doorway. 

[b]"Oh hey Emma...Sorry about the door"[/b] Rob muttered. Bewildered, Emma's breathing slowed, and she lowered the rifle, so as not to point it at Rob. Without any further explanation or greeting, she walked back to the Bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Rob confused her, she knew that. How could he be so lighthearted in these days?