Five couldn't believe that he had let you talk him into riding on this subway that he didn't know the destination of. It felt like he would never escape the torture of eating subway rats and exploring dangerous timelines.

If he had just followed his original plan of finding Jennifer with his family, then he never would have been in this mess.

Part of him couldn't help being angry at you, resenting you for getting him into this mess. After all, it was frustrating to spend all his time on this subway. It was too reminiscent of his time in the apocalypse.

Another part of him though, a part he was growing increasingly disturbed by, also felt a growing sense of protectiveness over you. You were the only company he had at this point, the only person he had to speak to while stuck in this god-awful loop.

He sighed, leaning against the wall, looking down at the map he had crossed off stops of.

It was quiet aside from the scampering of rats and your hurried footsteps against the concrete tiles.

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

He grumbles to himself, peeking up at you from over the map when he hears a thud.

In your hands are two dead rats you had killed. Five furrowed his brows, nose scrunching in disgust.

"Do you know how long we've been stuck here because of you? Six fucking years!"

His voice is one of agitation as he asks the rhetorical question. Much to his own disdain though, he can't help relaxing a little when you join his side with the rats.

"The next time we have a chance, we need to go to the surface to find actual food. I'm tired of these fucking rats."

Despite his annoyance with you, his voice lacks any malice, and he's already gathering the materials to start a fire to cook the rats over.