It seemed like Justin's duty as door guard lasted for much more than two hours, especially when she was left with the rest of the survivors of Omega in the safe house. It's not that they weren't nice - they were almost [i]too[/i] - but Cameron had always had a black sheep complex, and currently, she was really struggling with it. Although she knew Justin wouldn't have told them anything nitty gritty about her background, she felt this paranoia that they looked down on her, that she wasn't the right fit for a wholesome group like themselves. And the leaders, they were all so courageous and wise; she definitely felt unworthy of the voice she had been given in the decision making process.

She sat in a room that was once a functioning, one person bathroom, that now was just a dark closet with a toilet and a sink. The conversational small talk only lasted so long to the point where she just felt awkward with the rest of the group, so she found her haven within a haven, or at least, until Justin came back.

He seemed to be the only person that she didn't feel so strange around. She knew that was probably because of all the time that they head spent together over the course of this journey, but also because he was [i]truly[/i] not judgmental, a characteristic she hadn't known existed. Especially after living in Chesapeake her whole life. It was refreshing, to the say the least, but it also provided her with the only ounce of safety she had felt over the past few weeks. 

Cameron was shaken out of her thoughts to hear voices rumbling in the main room, and she forced herself out of the bathroom to see what the commotion was. Amongst the gaggle of people, she spotted Justin who seemingly was looking for her, and she waved a hand above the sea of heads to get his attention.


One approaching him, her eyes scanned his facing, noting the sweat beading on his forehead and the overall appearance of exhaustion. "Rough shift, huh?"

"Alright, everyone," Jes' stern voice broke through the quiet roar of people talking amongst themselves, "we need a meeting."

The group all huddled in a sort of circle, some taking chairs and others, like Cameron, taking a spot on the floor. Her back rested against Justin's legs behind her as she sat criss-crossed facing Jes on the other side of the circle.

"None of us are going to make it up north if we knee getting attacked like this, but if we stay here for too long, we'll be sitting ducks." Jes' face, although putting out a strong expression, had a tinge of defeat mixed in. "Who has suggestions?"

A man spoke up. "We need back up."

A few others "Yeah!" -ed in response.

"Okay, but how do we get back up? Call them?" This caused a chuckle from the group.

"We'll go," Cameron called out as she stood up from the floor. "Justin and I. We've already gotten there and back, so we know how to navigate it. Plus, I'm the outsider, and, well, Justin had a talent for staying in one piece."

Another chuckle from the crowd.

"We'll travel up there and get assistance and supplies. Then, we'll come get everyone else." She looked back to Justin with an apologetic expression, but turned to Jes with a stern one. 

Jes' eyes flitted from her to Justin. "What do [i]you[/i] think about her proposition?"