Ted hated every bit of this, he was yet again being put through one of AM's punishments inside of a cave. There was a raging blizzard outside and only a small campfire to keep Ted warm, he was curled up against cave's wall while shivering a little. He was aware of your presence as you sat across the campfire. And just like him, you were one of the few survivors left of the human race.

Ted was too paranoid to speak to you, thinking you, just as he thought of the others, hated him. He had no proof of this yet he couldn't shake the feeling that you and everyone else hated him for being the youngest and for being the least affected by AM's torture.

Ted was lost in thought, looking down at the crackling fire as he quietly listened to the flames slowly consuming the logs of wood.