AS soon as I got back home, I was immediately ambushed. "Where's your brother?" Kal called down to me from his post watching outside of the walls of Hilltop.

I squeezed my eyebrows in together, obviously worried. "He isn't back yet?"

"Nope," he popped out, shaking his head. "Figured, since you left together, you would come back together. Where is he?"

I lifted my shoulders up in defeat and replied, "We had to do different things, so we split up and said that we would just meet back at home later."

"Yeah, well," Kal breathed out, now turning his attention back out to the outside area. "You're the only one who has came back yet."

I tried not to worry about him because I know, no matter what, he knew how to take care of himself - from both the living and dead. He was stronger than I could ever be.

"You should go talk to Gregory," Kal called from up at his post. "He'll want to know that you're back and not your brother yet."

I sighed aloud and shook my head, wanting to refuse to go see that prick. Then again, I decided to suck it up and head inside the mansion. I went up the grand stairs until I went through the front door.

Gregory's office was right inside on the left with two big doors to enter through. He stays locked in here all damn day, probably terrified of what's outside. Pussy.

I stood in front of the double-doors and lightly knocked, dreading to go in there and speak to him. He was a dick and a total creep, definitely not leadership material.

I heard from inside, "Yeah, come on in!"

With permission, I opened the one door and stepped inside, silently shutting it behind myself. Gregory looked up from his notes and noticed that it was just me. He pursed his lips together and squeaked, "Oh, Tess, there you are! Is Jesus with you?"

I shook my head and countered, "No, he hasn't come back yet. It's getting really late and it'll be dark soon. He's usually always back by now."

He perked his head up and pulled his eyebrows together. "Why, yes. He should've been back by now. He may already be on his way, though, Tess." He rose to his feet and wandered over to be in front of his desk now. He sat on the corner of it and faced me, smiling before patting me on the shoulder. Gross.

I rolled my eyes and quickly stepped back, away from him. I am beyond ready for this day to end. Between Dwight, his drunk friends, and this guy. I am so tired of men.

I shook my head before heading back for the door and, right when I reached for the knob, I heard Gregory say behind me, "You look extra beautiful today, Tess."

I growled under my breath, with my hand on the handle, and spat back at him, "Rot in hell, you sick bastard."

Then, I fled from his office without another word and back outside. I felt sick to my stomach. I hate him.

For the next few hours, however, I kept looking for Paul. I stood up there with Kal and, then, his replacement after he went back to his trailer for the night. It hardly took any time at all before night fell upon us, and I found myself looking like a wondering ghost.

Paul was still nowhere to be found once the full moon settled up in the dark sky. I didn't know exactly where he had decided to go today to look for supplies at, so I couldn't just go out there and get myself killed for no reason without evidence of where he went.

I needed Paul here right now. I needed to tell him all about what happened today with the almost deadly encounter that I had with the Saviors. I wasn't killed or even taken, all thanks to Dwight, of course, who - by the way - did end up taking my other walkie-talkie, though.

Finally, I found myself going inside of my trailer - which I shared with Paul, of course. Most of the time, this place felt like a prison and we were cellmates because of how small it is in here. It felt suffocating.

Here we were, both twenty-eight and still living together as if we are still children, being forced to share a room together. Growing up in foster-care, we were mainly forced to do that in every new home. We had grew to become immune to the adjustment and to each other.

I took a heavy breath out and laid back on my bed, hoping to finally be down for the night. I don't think that I'll be able to stay awake long enough to take a shower, to be honest. Although I was probably disgusting, today was just very stressful and all I wanted was real sleep.

However, I don't see how I will be able to sleep without my brother there in the bed across mine. He never fails to wake me up with his snoring. Some nights, he wakes me up by talking to himself. I never really know what he is saying, though.

Abrutly, a static-like noise occurred and I rose up like the Undertaker, himself. "Tess? Hey, you there? It's D."

My heart dropped but I hurried to get to the walkie-talkie, hitting the floor to retrieve it from my bag. I held the talkie in my hands and quietly said into it, "What do you want?"

Static, but then: "I'm lonely... and slightly buzzed. Wanna talk?"

I growled, but he couldn't hear that, and rolled my eyes once again. "Really? This isn't like today."

"Why not?" Dwight whined out. "It could be. We can be friends."

Again, I sighed out in disbelief. I will never be his friend. "Go to Hell, Dwight. I will forever be grateful for what you did for me today, but as far as if we will ever be friends... It will never happen."

A very long and awaited static. For a second, I thought that he wasn't going to reply before... "I'll meet you there, Tess. But, until then... Talk to you tomorrow."

My heart suddenly sank, but I had to end this before it became anything whatsoever. "Yeah, okay. Whatever." I paused before pressing the button in again. "Goodnight, Dwight."

"Goodnight, T."