reunion;
Ben leaned his head against his hand, staring aimlessly out at the landscape. In the past couple of days there had been nothing out there for him to really watch. It was a whole bunch of the same thing. A few times he even found himself nodding off. He figured it was better than being inside, being forced into some kind of conversation with another person. Some of the people caught onto his wish to be alone. Others had yet to learn.
When seeing the unfamiliar group of bandits scurry onto the deserted parking lot, Ben sat up. He frowned, then took a hold of his sniper rifle, prepared to shoot if he had to. Carver had made himself clear about strangers, and he was sure bandits were not an exception.
"That's close enough."