location: the place the horde broke in I guess ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ Â Â Â
Dex always worked hard, worked too much, even when he was younger and his parents were off trying to find some sort of cure for his sister. This trait was only magnified to an extremely unhealthy one as it was tuned to a fine point where Dexter knew how to stay alive but still expend himself way more than he needed to. It was as much his coping mechanism as it was his desire to keep people safe, something that was capitalized within him by not only his parents but also the military.
  Heâd come to the realization that the reason why he took things upon himself so readily, was because it was the easiest way for him to deal with SHIT. When life gives you a bad deal, you make the best of the hand youâve been given, perhaps that made him appear to be an optimistic person; that was his fault really, Dexter had taught himself to keep things bottled up in the process of becoming a guardian.That didnât mean, however, he had just good thoughts, often times when he was alone, like now, his mind wandered to the darker and somber side of himself. He missed his sister, hated that he couldnât have saved her, it would likely haunt him for as long as he survived, or, until he learned to forgive himself for something that was out of his control.
  There was a bitter chill that ran down his spine and numbed his face, causing the man to suck in a soft breath and involuntarily shiver, gazing upon the vast and eerily dark landscape on the other side of the barrier, watching for any sort of movement, his hands rubbed against his thighs a bit before he shifted and habitually checked the weapon strapped to his side, mostly trying to stay awake but also trying to keep his legs from falling asleep and becoming too restless. Heâd been at his post for the last five hours, making it just a few hours before dawn and although he would not admit it, Dexter was EXHAUSTED, but the military spent too much time and money training him how to stay alive. So he would keep using that skill, that training, to keep others safe for as long as he could.
  The tension that straightened his back a little was what told Dexter someone was near, a slight shift and only partial glance over his shoulder confirmed his detection. A wave of anxiety rippled through the man, possible conversation wasnât exactly something he was mentally prepared for at the moment, he had been far too gone into his mind, lost in thought and reflecting, Dextera small breath to command the panic and making it subside as he cleared his throat, focusing his sight upon the outside once again. âYouâre up early.â It was the only greeting he offered aside from another small glance at the person, Dex wasnât sure whether or not they had been searching for him or had simply come over to engage him socially, but he knew he wouldnât get over the anxiety unless he initiated the conversation. He had always been this awkward and socially anxious person, even before the god damn apocalype, Dex would admit he was worse now, however, even with people heâd gotten used to by now let alone new people.
