Carson woke up to the moans of zombie outside. He hadn't even noticed that he'd drifted off and would not believe it if he had not seen the drool on his face, the taste of the protein bar still had taste on his mouth, he still seemed famished but didn't care he was used to it by now. Still the were about of the others concerned him. For the first time he had a group he cared about, no slavers or cocky jocks that thought they could take on the world these people were what the real survivors were like.