"Alex, hasn't seen a woman since the, you know. Well, actually none of these guys have." A strong boy with a six-pack nods his head in my direction.
"Warren. He's our engineer and techno-geek." The guy with mediocre muscles waves at me and when I wave back, he blushes. "Real hit with the ladies he is."
"Jack is our trainer guy and he keeps us all in shape." He is much less muscly than the others but is clearly a tactical genius by the way he holds himself.
"Aspen and Michael are our doctors and medical geniuses. They're the guys who fixed your leg right up." They don't look any different from the rest of them, muscles and a ready-for-anything stance.
"The cooks are in the kitchen preparing lunch, so you'll meet them later."
"And obviously you know me, Oz. I suppose you could say it's Oscar Goode and his band of Merry Men."
"Hmm. No, that would make me Maid Marion and I am not a lady." I say in my mock Victorian accent.
"That is most certainly true." Oz says, I mock gasp and punch him lightly on the arm. Nobody says anything, they all look rather shocked that I punched their mighty leader.
"Um, Oz, they're not doing anything."
"No, they don't really do much."
"Ok," I say awkwardly. "So you were going to tell me everything, I want to know why you let me believe you were dead, where you got all these people, and also what the plan is." Oz holds up his hand,
"Food first."

We head to a wood and canvas structure that resembles a marquee. There are wooden benches and a long wooden table inside, and another table at the top with a large pot set on top of it. There's a pile of wooden bowls near the end of the table, I pick one up and limp to the top table. A brown stew is bubbling in the pot, and I pick up the long-handled ladle that is beside the pot.
After ladling out my helping, I try to walk out of the structure and sit on a fallen log and observe the camp. There are four main tents, the medical, food, training and tactics and sleeping.
I've been here two days apparently, sleeping in the med-tent. Unconscious most of the time, but Aspen and Michael did say I woke up once and screamed for Oz. I don't remember anything from when I was unconscious, what I thought, what I dreamt, what made me wake.
Oz comes and sits beside me with his bowl of stew and two spoons. He hands one to me.
"Why were you out of the House today anyway?"
"After you died, or..." I trail off, unsure of what to call it. "I made a promise to myself to leave after three months. That was the day before, I was getting ready, stocking up on fresh meat."
"Why three months?"
"It was significant, because... That's how long I'd been with you for..." I trail off, embarrassed at my sentimentality.
"How's your leg by the way?"
"It doesn't hurt at all, really. But I know it will later on." I answer, thankful for the change of subject. "So tell me everything."