[center][color=0076a3][h2]Zachary Ackerson[/h2][/color] 
also I guess George

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[/center][hr]It had taken far too long for Zachary to come to this conclusion, but he had come to it regardless. The conclusion he reached was thus: When it came to his fellow survivors' grouping up, sanity was not included. Everybody seemed to go batshit insane. Without fail, too. Not once had he witnessed a scenario in which a group of perhaps more than 4 including himself had done anything but spiral out of control. Something always had to go wrong. People with their agendas always screwing things up for the rest of them. 

He couldn't imagine the reason why Thomas would want that damned handbook. Zach wasn't smart or cunning enough. His best guess would be that with it, Thomas could potentially find a way to kill someone without being found out. That, or it was a clue to escaping this maze or to their pasts. But frankly, since he'd just blown his fingers off willingly, one couldn't blame Zach for assuming the more chaotic possibility. And after this stunt, only the insane would try trusting him anymore. 

Zachary sighed. He wasn't sure what to do. People were attempting to enact plans, some were trying to stop it. There was bloodshed, there were tears, there were accusations, there was so much bullshit going on his head was spinning. Why did he have to deal with this? Why did all of these people keep killing each other? They had a clear enemy. They had that dumb teddy bear and its 'children', so why fight each other? It was dumb. People were dumb. How was he supposed to trust any of these people if all they did was constantly get into situations that escalated into even worse situations? 

[color=0076a3][i]I don't want to deal with them.[/i][/color] 

He had tried earlier, but it was much too late now. He couldn't trust these people, these sick individuals. Even the brightest stars were nothing but pitch black on the inside. He should've understood this after the last trial. Perhaps he was idealistic for far too long. He desired to be a man that his father could respect, but maybe that did not mean he had to make friends with everybody? No, it did not. He had one friend. 

He only needed one. He only needed to trust one person, and so he'd do so. 

[color=0076a3]"I think it's a great plan."[/color] Zachary agreed. [color=0076a3]"We'd be better off avoiding any bold moves during the Night of Carnage, it doesn't lead to anything positive. So it would be best to discourage that."[/color]  

Quite obviously entertained at the whole situation, Henry slapped his knee and let out a hearty laugh. [color=brown]"Ya'll sure are quite sumthin', y'know?"[/color] he did not seem to care if this was appropriate or not, and continued to do so for a few seconds. Eventually, however, he regained composure...mostly. [color=brown]"Ahem... Well now. Ain't much care for this kinda thing, truth be told. Y'all can figure this one out on yer own, I'm nothin' more than a rookie farmhand 'round these parts anyhow."[/color]

George Henry turned to leave, but before he did, he looked at Zach and laughed. Apparently, he thought the young man's response was funny? Zach wasn't sure, but what that man thought wasn't especially important to him. He watched the cowboy leave the room, then awaited responses from everybody else still remaining.