One Of The Talk

Aldrich volunteered to take the first watch while Fiona and Camelia tried to get some rest.

On the upside, Trevor was still asleep, mercifully quiet, not screaming or complaining.

That was a small blessing amid everything else.

'I need to think this through,' Aldrich thought, his gaze fixed on the flickering bonfire before him.

His mind wandered, pressed down by the complexity of their situation.

Trevor lay fatally wounded, Dante, the supposed key player, was nowhere to be found, and now, to make things worse, there were Pharaoh's ants, prime walkers hunting them down.

A sickening sigh escaped Aldrich as he tried to grasp how all of these pieces fit together.

"What are you thinking about?" came Fiona's voice, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Can't sleep, I guess," Aldrich replied, noticing that Fiona had come over and now sat beside him by the bonfire.