It’d been a few months of hell for Stone Mountain’s students. First, they’d been hauled to the playoffs ( Did anyone ever like spending two hours on a packed bus? ) and then people started turning. The turning as worse than the bus ride. Obviously. And, now that things had slowed down, Ben realized that he was the last one left. From Jenny to Travis, he’d seen everything; all of his classmates dying around him while he somehow managed to survive. God. Things were fucked.
There’d been awkward small talk on the walk back from the dairy farm. He learned the bare minimum about living at the motor inn. The beds were hard, the food was scarce, and tensions were high. But, Ben had picked up on that last part within minutes of arriving. Once they were back at the motel and everyone-- aside from he and Carley-- had cleared out, another awkward silence fell over them. Hands shoved deep into his pockets, Ben broke it.
“So, um, they all seem... nice.”