Samson enters the room as gently as possible. "Hey, how are you?-" he closes the door and approaches him. "Sorry if I'm disturbing you, I'm just really concerned." James is looking down...literally, still holding a gloomy expression but this time with lesser tears. "It's fine" James sniffs, still staring at the floor.

Samson looks around the room and surprised to see it really organized. This is great, despite the grief, they are still as organized as ever. Samson thought to himself. He sits beside James and pats his back.

"Look man, in days like these, we lose people every month. I know how much you loved Anna. Maybe you still do. So go ahead and cry your heart out but just remember, everything is temporary. You won't feel like this forever. Don't beat yourself up about it either. None of it was your fault and if anything, she lived a little longer because of you." Samson says. His little pep talk is met with silence. He decided it would be best to leave James alone for now. He  gets off of the bed and walks out of the room closing the door behind him. Listening in, he hears choked sobs from inside and shakes his head in pity.

"Poor guy..." he says to himself.
...
"Silver!" Alex calls out. She approaches the infirmary only to find Bent and Danny. Bent grips onto a crate next to him and pushes himself up into a standing position. Danny hands him a pair of crutches as Bent's face lights up. He can finally walk. Bent eagerly takes the crutches and starts using them immediately to get used to them.

"Oh. Hey, Alex." Danny greets. Bent's head whips to Alex's direction and smiles, something he hasn't done in a long time.

"Hey Danny. Hey Bent." She says smiling, "Bent, you finally got out of that damned thing!" She jokes approaching him. 

"Yeah, now I can stand and I have a weapon." He smiles. Alex gives him a confused look.

"Weapon?" She asks. In reply, Bent leans on the wall and raises his crutches.

"These babies could bash a skull in." He laughs. Danny rolls his eyes as Alex smirks.

"Okay, well we need to start preparing for the crawler. Can you two cover up anything that could get infected when we bring the crawler in?" Alex asks

"Yeah sure." Danny replies.

"Great. Well, I have to go find Silver 'cause it's almost showtime. Bye!" Alex waves goodbye and walks off. Bent's expression darkens after hearing Silver's name.

"Oh, of course she's with Silver." He grumbles. Danny sighs and helps his friend get up off of the wall. They start covering the food and other vulnerable things with plastic wrap they found in a drawer and put Rocket in Alex's room.
...
Alex roams the halls looking for her friend.

"Silver! Where the fuck are you?"

"Alex?"

"Dude where are you? This freakin' building's so echoey."

"I'm in the kitchen."

Alex strides into the kitchen and sees Silver's excited face.

"Okay? What's with the face?" She asks him

"Nothing, I just haven't went out in a while."

"Well today's your lucky day."

She grabs his hand and brings him to the armory where they meet William, Missile, and Samson browsing through the weapons.

"Hey guys!" Alex greeted. The three looked at her and waved. Silver and Alex approach a wall with guns hanging off of it.

"Wait, wait. What do we need guns for? We need to bring a live crawler. Remember?" Silver inquired.

"Well we only need one and we're bound to run into a horde or two. Now take your pick." Alex replied.

Silver shrugged and picked up a Ruger Redhawk as Alex chose a Glock. They loaded up on ammo and also got two knives just in case.

"We have 5 hours left" Alex stated while looking at her watch.

"Let's round everyone up."

...

"Everyone know's their jobs, right?"

Lmao i forgot about this ngl