Julian watched the man from the corner of his eye. He was beginning to question if he really was better off with this guy. Since all this started, and even before if he was honest with himself, Julian had depended on safety in numbers. Ever since he was in grade school he had always thought it better to be a part of group. That ideology had proved itself after the dead began to rise. The more eyes you had watching, the harder it was to get caught off guard. And if you still managed to get stuck with a bunch of hungry zombies, you had plenty of distractions. Right now though, Julian was thinking that this Calvin guy would be distracting him instead of the zombies. Not being a talker, Julian was perfectly content driving in silence. That was apparently not the case for Calvin.

“Someone’s a bit passive aggressive,” Julian tutted, having to put in effort to not shake a finger at him. “We’ll get to your kid soon enough, in the meantime we need a place to camp up,” As if on cue Julian released an enormous yawn, slowing to a crawl as it went through his whole body. It was then that he remember it had been almost three days since he had last slept. He had spent the all of last night driving and the night before he had been on guard duty. He could feel his energy stretching itself thin, briefly wondering how bad he looked. 

Having a significant amount more difficulty keeping his eyes open, Julian was even more desperate to find somewhere to park for the night. It took several more minutes before they came across a small-sized barn with the doors strewn open. Julian pulled into the drive and turned off the engine. And for a few moments he just sat there, waiting for something to come out. When nothing did, he took his gun from its holster and turned his attention to his passenger.

“We better make sure it’s clear first,” He said holding back yet another yawn. This was getting bad. Opening the door he stepped out and began inching his way towards the open barn, praying that Lady Luck was on his side.

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