[color=firebrick]”Yeah, turns out guys who are good at fighting aren’t good at being soldiers. Who’s a thought?”[/color] Donny says as he and Cat finish off the rest of the food. Once there was nothing left, Donny did his best to clean his dishes before putting them away. He handed a few dry logs onto the fire and took off his boots. He meticulously cleaned his socks with a rock, squeezing out any sweat and gunk as he checked his leg. As he thought: he still had a bruise where that pseudogiant nearly tore his leg off. Donny could only sigh as he did his best to patch it up, using some spare cloth as a bandage as she settled in.

Donny sat in the opposite side of the fire, taking his pistol out and leaving it within arms reach. He hugged his legs to his chest and looked to you. [color=firebrick]”Sound good to me. Wake me up if you’re going to leave. If you need to take a shit or something, I moved those lockers so you won’t have to.., You know... You’ll have some privacy. Anyways I’m going to get some shut eye...”[/color] Donny curls up on the floor and goes to sleep, his Gun near his hand in case he needs to fight at a moment’s notice.

The watch goes uneventfully for a while. However soon Cat could sense a change in air pressure. A sound of rattling in a distance. Something she was very familiar with: a Cold Wave. They should be safe in this room, relatively speaking, but who knows what sort of damage this Cold Wave could do down the line.