Lazarus was sitting in his tent when he heard the meeting signal come from the centre of the camp. He reached for his club which he used in non combat as his walking support and raised himself to his feet with it with some difficulty. He knew his dwindling sight and bad leg only endangered other members of the group and the old man's frustration at his lack of usefulness was deeply devouring him inside. He hadn't been able to defend his family or find them justice when tested and these feelings although buried for many years had made a provoked return as he had began to develop bonds with certain members of the group and cared much for their well being.

He shook himself from his thoughts and wrapped his thick jacket around himself tightly as to not let the cold of the outdoors creep in as he walked outside towards the centre of the camp where he assumed Connor, the small group of survivors natural leader was summoning them all from. His thoughts wandered as he saw the various faces that made up their small dysfunctional group meeting around the camp fire. He knew whatever Connor was summoning them for he would be of little use for but he came anyway in the hope that he would be able to provide some sort of service and contribute to the camp. He sat on one of the spare logs that had been placed around the fire as a place for the occupants to sit as he waited for meeting to commence. Being of little use to the physical efforts of the camp he often had time to reflect and observe. He had drawn opinions of the group from what he knew and his mind wandered over these opinions. 

The Finn siblings had been here since the beginning of the camp's brief life with Connor organising much of camps defences with the help of the younger men. He bore the heavy burdens of much older men and was tasked with holding his position for the good of the camp's more vulnerable members. Lazarus had come across Abigail first as he walked the long road from Crescent city southwards towards the national park and Connor soon after Although Connor had been reluctant to trust outsiders or endanger themselves by bringing on a potential liability at first but quickly changed his mind with the help of a sympathetic Abby. He had, after all come from a long line of honourable soldiers and had sworn to protect those in need if he was able. Lazarus held both of them in high regard and realised that they were good and trustworthy people. He looked over at Alan, he was a shy young man and kept to himself mostly but did more than what was required of him to aid the camp. He seemed to carry demons of the horrors he has faced as a result of epidemic that had swept the nation. 

His eyes then passed over some of the more questionable members of the group, he frowned slightly as his opinions of them entered his mind. Cruse didn't seem to hold much regard for authority which seemed unusual as he was a military man and there was a little tension between him and Connor as the latter existed as their unofficial leader but Cruse was possibly the most adept fighter among them all and was a largely responsible for the camp still remaining in one piece. Lee seemed to act in the best interests of the community although he barely spoke the same language as Lazarus but then again Lazarus did believe in the saying "Actions speak louder than words." Durrell was held in the lowest regards by Lazarus as he had come across many gang members who often mistreated him while he was living on the streets of Crescent city and Durrell was an obvious criminal. Lastly he observed Luciano. He knew the least about this man, he was quiet and kept to himself like Alan but perhaps his age made him more adept at hiding his emotions that the former so he remained somewhat of an enigma to Lazarus although he had picked up enough to suspect that Luciano was successful in whatever his field, perhaps a self made business man.