John had been overwhelmed as hell; he didn't know what the hell was happening anymore. The man he looked to as a father was practically losing his mind, and the woman he looked to as a best friend still hardly trusted him around his own son, despite the fact he was trying to be a better father. The man he cared for like a brother was getting sicker and sicker every day, and practically his entire family seemed to be dying around him.

Unable to take it anymore, he ventured into the woods in the middle of the night, sitting up on a hill and just staring off into the distance. He'd been fidgeting with the loose strings on his pants and staring at the moon when the tears finally started streaming down his cheeks.

Thinking he was completely alone, he just let them fall, frowning slightly as he thought about all he'd gone through in the past few months.

Until he heard a stick snap, his head twisting in the direction of the sound like a startled animal. "Who's there?" He questioned, his raspy tone cracking slightly as he lifted his gun, unsure of how protected this camp was.