It was late at night and you couldn't sleep at all, you sighed before sitting up and looking out the window, it was slightly dark, the only light was the moon outside in the sky, it looked nice out, seeing the stars, none of those damned monsters outside for once, you stood there for a moment before heading downstairs to see how John's doing, let's hope he doesn't lash out for you being up late, which he might, but oh well. You made your way downstairs and low and behold, John Doe was sitting on the couch looking like a damn zombie, he takes these watching nights way too seriously, he was gripping a grenade tightly in his hand, like he was waiting for something to happen, completely unaware of your present