It was 3AM, and Lazarus had woken from his half-drunken sleep, the dead rodent on the floor. He groaned, rubbing his head, the bar was empty and pitch black. He stumbled across the room, flying through the door. Laz couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten in such a state- the day had been hard on all the hunters, but for some reason Laz failed to keep his cool, like he generally would.

"You are a freak, Ðorde." He muttered to himself- rambling on. "Ohhh, how I would wish to be with other Thanatologists again, perhaps then, I would not need to feel so reckless, mm.". The dizzy Lazarus man rose from his knees, sighing. His hand placed firmly against the wall as he trailed down the low-lit hallway. His body shaky and his vision blurred slightly, Ðorde stopped down the middle of the hallway now, not far from his room. A large figure was clumped up against the wall outside of Caira's room., heavy breathing- the Lazarus man squinted his eyes to focus on the silhouette- a sleeping Hyde. Ðorde attempted to creep past, only to tumble over Hyde's stretched out legs, his face smacking the ground, Ðorde groaned loudly, waking the giant brute. Before he knew it, Dorde had been grabbed and thrown against the wall, sat upright next to Hyde, who was frowning, his eyes narrow in the dark light of the hallway.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing Laz?" Hyde whispered in a hissing manner. "You alright?". The Lazarus man looked at him, his vision even more distorted from the fall. He nodded once, rubbing his hands against his head.

"Quite alright, Hyde, thank you." He uttered quietly. "Though I should probably ask you the same."

Hyde pulled his knees upto his chest, making sure he didn't take up the width of the hallway now, he rested his head on his knees as he leant forward.

"Caira's got me quilt. Tried to get it back but she locked the door."

Laz huddled his knees upto his chest too, nodding. "Mm. I see. I suppose it is my turn to answer-"

"You're drunk aren't ya?"

"I am drunk."

The two sat in silence for a good minute, staring at the ground.

"I miss it, sometimes. The wars we fought. The Thanatologists. To experience such things again... What a thrill." Lazarus sighed. Hyde looked at him smacking his hand on his shoulder firmly.

"You aren't really that fond of it 'ere, are you." Hyde stated. Lazarus sighed, shrugging. A question he couldn't really answer in his half-drunk state. Hyde put his arm around Ðorde, reassuringly. "Oi. We're in this together, o'rite? No fuckin' around, I'm 'ere for you Laz, you bloody miracle man you." Hyde grinned, giving Laz a hard pat on the back.

The two spent a good half hour babbling out loud, no cares in the world, reminiscing the days of old, the wars, the time they fought together.

The turning of a lock and door handle could be heard, the noise died down. Caira opened her room's door, a dim torch in hand, her other hand rubbing her eyes sleepily. She stood there in baggy blue and white checkered pyjama pants and her teal tank-top.

"What are... You guys doing outside of my room...?" She asked, yawning a whole bunch of times in the mean time. Hyde looked up at her with a frown.

"What are you doin' with my quilt?" He grumbled. "We are talkin'. Laz 'ere is being a drunken bum, think he might've done somethin' to his noggin. He tripped."

Caira looked back and forth at the two. She walked silently back into her room, door slightly open. She came back moments later with Hyde's quilt, sitting against the wall with the two, throwing the blanket long-ways across the three of them.

"S'that mine?"

"Mhm."

"Smells bloody weird."

"I washed it."

"Right..."

Lazarus stared at the two, semi-consciously. "Ah... I see how it is, Mr. Hyde."

Hyde's head swung on his neck, staring back at Ðorde. "You what? See what? You've got a bloody concussion, and you're bloody drunk." Hyde grunted. The Lazarus man simply smiled back weakly, a horrid attempt at a wink came from his eye. "Worry not, I will not tell a soul." He smirked.

"Laz, I'll bloody knock you out." Hyde sighed, scratching the back of his neck. Caira looked back and forth between the guys, shrugging. She leant up against Hyde, using him as a pillow. Hyde pushed her away, frowning.

"I ain't a bloody cuddle-bear for you." He grumbled, catching a glimpse at Ðorde- he was trying to prove a point. The Lazarus man childishly leant up against Hyde too, Caira did the same again. Hyde groaned, the palm of his hand smacking his face.

"For fucks sake..."

Caira stared out of the little circular window on the wall opposite them. The sky was lit up, stars shone brightly across the entirety, a green wispy hue danced throughout the night sky. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated from the dark of the room.

"It's so beautiful... You pretend we're not here to destroy monsters and evacuate colonists, take away all the horror... And this place is wondrous." She continued to look out, both Ðorde and Hyde peered out of the window, taking a moment to appreciate the view of a basilisk soldier's hands crawling up the window frame.

Wait, what?

Caira yelped as a bug-face and claws hit the window, Laz and Hyde jumping in surprise at the yelp and the appearance of the soldier they'd picked up earlier that day.

"Jesus fucking christ- I could fucking melt it's face off!" Hyde growled, standing up to open the window. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, bug-face?"

Slim looked at Hyde, and the two behind him.

"Ha, uhhh. Well, bro-"

"Don't fuckin' call me bro."

"Alright, jeez. They locked me out, must've thought nobody was outside. S'pretty cold, late, thought I could find a way in. ...Could y'let me in?"

"No."

Hyde slammed the window shut.

"Hyde..." Caira sighed.

"I don't need to like him. Fucker can do one."

"That's not what I mean..."

"We should probably let him inside. He is part of the crew, now." Ðorde noted. "Worry not, I do not think he'll attempt anything."

Hyde grumbled. "I'm not letting him in, someone else can bloody do it."

"I'll go then..." Caira sighed again, dragging her weight down the hallway to open the door. Hyde looked at Ðorde, frowning a little. "Laz, don't tell me you don't mind this."

The dizzy Lazarus man looked back at him, silent.

"Fucking 'ell Laz... He's a fucking basilisk. He's a natural fucking enemy-"

"I do not approve of his presence, no. Though, to open one up, to get to know about these... Creatures..."

"That's what I thought. Watch yourself though, don't let that... Thing, get to you."

The two stared out of the window again, silent. Caira came back with Slim, her bare feet making a patting noise down the hallway. Slim sat down beside Caira now, the four covered by the blanket. Laz at one end of the wall, Hyde between Laz and Caira, and Slim at the other end.

"What, is this a bloody club now?" Hyde protested, frowning. Slim's bug-eyes stared back at Hyde.

"There a problem, big guy?"

"Yeah there bloody is, I don't like you."

"Hyde..."

"Nah, fuck off Caira. You know well enough."

The four sat in an awkward silence, no eye contact. Caira looked around, her sight shifting between the three.

"Soooo..." She began, looking at Slim. "My name's Caira, I'm one of the medics on the team. Though I'm actually a scientist, so there's that. That over there is our Lazarus man, he uhh-"

"I know who and what he is." Slim grunted.

"Oh, well that was, yeah, I guess it was obvious." She paused. "And this is Hyde. He was a chemtrooper."

"Oh, man. I get it now..." Slim sighed.

"Oh yeah, you stay the bloody fuck away, mate." Hyde grumbled.

Caira squirmed around awkwardly, huddling back upto Hyde. He groaned, putting his arm around her. Laz snuggled upto Hyde, mockingly, a grin across his drunken face.

"Piss off, Laz."

"Hold me, Hyde."

"No."

Hyde groaned again, pulling Laz up to him, the two medics now cuddling him.

"Fuckin' clingy bastards..." He grumbled. Slim looked at the three, shuffling away and backing off. The three's heads turn to look at an escaping Slim, confused.

"Huh, I uh, I guess he felt uncomfortable." Caira shrugged, letting out a long yawn. "I uh, think it's time to sleep, like, for real. There's no way we could possibly-"

Caira paused to see a sleeping Ðorde. She sighed. "Can you uh... You know, handle him?" She looked at Hyde, sleepily. Hyde snapped out of his daydream, looking at her.

"Eh? Oh, right. Yeah whatever. Get up Laz." He grumbled, picking Laz up and slinging him over his shoulder, the quilt under his arm. "Night then, Caira. Oh. And, if this is gonna be a thing, keep your bloody mouth shut."

"This- Oh, right. Of course." She nodded, shuffling back into her room, the door squeaking as it closed. Hyde looked at Laz over his shoulder, rolling his eye.

"Fuck it, you can crash at my place."