Martin awoke with a startle and came to his feet, "We're going already?" He asked as he looked over at Mark who was rubbing sleep from his eyes - wanting to fall back into the peaceful slumber.

Alana shrugged softly, bags under her eyes. "I guess so..."

Arland looked over at them, "Are we all ready?" He asked, his voice somewhat upbeat, even though he had hardly obtained any sleep last night. He received no reply and chuckled, kicking the logs away the fire had been placed around and blowing away the ashes. "Let's get moving, then."

Alana was shivering in her tank top and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans, looking at the ground as they walked.

Martin came by Alana and took the hoodie from his body and passed it over to you, "Forgot to give this back to you before." He said, placing his hands in his pockets as he kept his eyes forward, watching Mark and Arland take the lead as they walked through the forest.

Alana took the hoodie and pulled it over her shivering form. "Thanks..." She said quietly.

Martin smiled half heartedly, "No problem." He said as his eyes trailed toward the ground, unsure what to say as they silently walked.

Alana continued to stare at the ground silently as her own body heat was slowly captured back to her by the hoodie, warming her up. She glanced over at Martin and sighed a little. "Do you... blame me for them?" She asked quietly.

"No." Martin said with contempt, "It was going to happen sooner or later - we're supposed to be extinct, afterall." He said with a sigh.

Alana nodded softly. "But maybe they could have lived longer if I wasn't being hunted..."

"We knew we were going to be killed at some point, so it doesn't exactly matter either way." He said nonchalantly, as if the death of a majority of the remaining humans was something to be care-free about.

Alana looked at him surprised and said nothing.

Martin then caught up to Arland and Mark, "Where are we going, exactly?" He asked, curious of Arland's plan.

"We should be back at one of the cities in about an hour - we'll stock up, then head toward The Citadel."

Alana hung back, looking at the ground.

"The Citadel?" Martin asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked back at Alana. Instead of answering, Arland put a hand in the area - obviously gesturing for the questions to cease.

Alana sighed.

Half an hour passed and the grass beneath them began turning to gravel, then into a road. The trees around them slowly faded away, only to be replaced by army outposts, and large walls, tanks and army soldiers. Ahead of that was an imposing city, towering above anything else. "Keep a low profile and don't act suspicious." Mark said as he looked down at the ground and progressed forward.

Alana pulled her hood up so it would cover her face and continued to walk at the back.

Martin kept his head low as Arland tugged at his jacket, concealing his knives which were around his waste. They eventually passed the guards and the massive walls and came to the gates of the city. Two guards approached them which had been standing patrol outside the gates, holding guns.

Alana kept her face turned towards the ground but her eyes were watching the guards.

"Names." One of the guards said, looking at the four people before them suspiciously.

Mark kept his voice in a low murmur, "James Fluhaven." He said.

Arland then stepped forward, "Hamish Mamaril." He said before looking over at Martin who was waiting for Alana to say something.

Alana kept her hood up and her face down. "Jasmine Adams..."

Martin then looked up, his eyes slightly watering. He looked around from side to side, then to the darkened visors of the guards. Before he could stutter any longer, Mark placed a hand around Martin, "This is my son - Jack Flahaven." He said, giving a face smile, "He gets kinda nervous at time."

Alana watched the guards from under her hoodie.

The guards nodded as they flicked open a holographic window from their wrists and scrolled through an elongated list of names. One of them then looked up at the four people and smiled, "Welcome back." He said as he tapped a button on his arm and the massive, metal gates behind them opened.