Johnathan watched as the SUV pulled up. He was a lookout at the time, his rifle rested upon the small wall they were provided at the top. As a look out, he was ordered to stay up there, even when there was a new arrival. He was up there, but he could here them, talking.

[i]Immune?! How?![/i] But [i]how[/i] he was immune wasn't what mattered. What mattered is that he [i]is[/i] immune. And they had to keep him safe. South Carolina. It was a stretch, but they could make it. [i]He[/i] could make it. That was even if they let him.

His life on the lookout, it was something, but it was bland. The same thing everyday. Walker here, walker there. Look around and report something bad or good. He was happy he was living, but it wasn't [i]living[/i]. He needed more in his life. He tilted his head, so he could see them out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to say. For now, he listened to more.