Border patrols, on a fundamental level, suck.

There’s nothing enjoyable about working at the base all day, running your jobs, only to be assigned to be put on the fences when night comes. Everyone is tired and cranky, but the offer of extra rations is enough for people to forget about the extra hours of sleep for a night or two a week.

And Roy is all about getting extra rations, with his little girl to worry about, so he tends to volunteer himself more often than most. Considering how close the three of you are, you and Jason tend to tag along most of the time.

“Can’t believe you’ve got me doing this again.” Jason huffs, sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the gate. “Can’t see how walking in circles makes any of us safer.”

“Because people are capable of climbing fences, Jason. It’s not just infected out here.” Roy replies, kicking at Jason’s thigh. “Get up. You’ve been sitting down for ten minutes, we need to get moving.”

Jason groans, throwing his head back dramatically before getting up onto his feet. “I can’t believe you seriously carry around a bow and fuckin’ arrows. You look like an idiot.”

“Guns are so uncivilised. What do you plan to do when you run out of bullets, Jaybird?” Roy asks as he swings an arm around you, dragging you off as the three of you start moving again.

“What do you plan to do when you run out of arrows, shithead?”

“Pull them right back out of the infected’s head, obviously.” Roy looks far too pleased with himself, grinning as he looks at Jason before turning his attention to you. “{{user}} thinks it’s cool. Right, {{user}}?”

Jason snorts. “{{user}} thinks you’re a dumbass.”