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A/N: Hey guys, and here is a new chapter for you. I have tried to get the comedy aspect more into this and I hope it works! I also want to say that some of you might not agree with my characterization of Michael, but I swear I have an explanation to his behavior, and I hope you will stick with me! :)

Chapter 4

It took the three men hours to drag the bodies far enough into the forest, so that the stink would not reach their camp and that the soil and water would not be poisoned. In the beginning they had some spectators, including Michael Scott, but they had all faded as the sun lowered itself on the sky.

Finally with on the last rays of the sun, Jim, Dwight and Creed made their way up the path feeling dirty and tired.

"Hey, Creed, thanks for the help," Jim said when they finally reached the clearing.

"No problem, man. I do like to have a workout every once in a while," Creed answered and walked to join the other group members around a tiny camp fire they had crafted in the middle of the clearing.

Jim didn't even want to think all of the reasons why it was a bad idea, and he definitely didn't want to think how he would be too tired to handle another attack. So while Dwight left him standing alone to join the group, Jim contemplated of going to get few hours of sleep in the car while everyone was still awake and he didn't have to worry about protecting them.

Besides he didn't really feel like keeping up the charade that he didn't hate Roy's guts, and he was sitting there with all the others with Pam tucked away in his arms.

Dwight was just sitting down in between Michael and Creed when Jim was starting to walk away. He did not notice Pam pushing herself away from Roy and getting to her feet. Only when she touched his arm gently and whispered; "Hey" he noticed her.

"Where are you going? In case you didn't notice, we are having a bit of a gathering. We would love if you joined us," Pam smiled, and Jim couldn't help but to give her a little smile back.

"I'm just feeling very tired, and you all seem to be very happy with the way things are right now," Jim tried to reach his usual easy jokey voice, but was way too tired to even try to hide his glance at Roy.

"Things can always be better. Plus, you are the man of the hour. The hero. I am sure everyone would love to hear your hero story," Pam teased.

Jim loved the fact that she tried so hard but he was still covered in blood, and he didn't even dare to think what he smelled like. Pam had cleaned up pretty well, although she was still wearing the clothes from the attack, which were covered in blood. She also had a blood smear near her hairline.

Against his better judgment Jim raised his hand and gently wiped it off.

"We both know that I didn't save anyone. Dwight did," he said as he pulled his hand back.

"Jim, c'mon," was all Pam said before she grabbed his hands and started dragging him forward. He didn't try to fight it. He said to himself that he was too tired really, but it was more about the thrill he got from her hand.

She didn't even look at Roy as she sat back down next to him and pulled Jim down with her. Jim felt slightly awkward having everyone eyes on him.

"It was Jim, right?" the girl named Kelly started and Jim had barely even time to nod, when she was already talking again; "I heard that you saved Pam from some walkers. That was so unbelievably brave of you! I wish there was someone who would do that for me! It is like, so romantic as well."

"I think you all have heard the story wrong. I wasn't the big hero – it was Dwight," Jim pointed to Dwight and smirked "Yes, that guy. He was the hero of the day with his big crossbow and impressive aim."

"Well thank you, Jim. It's about time that you notice my brilliance that comes across especially in this world," Dwight cocked his head a bit as he talked.

Jim gave Pam a sideways glance, and saw her looking at him at the exact same time. She hadn't believed him about Dwight's weirdness by the pond but maybe he could show it to her now. He just hoped he hadn't lost his touch during his no-prank season.

"You know, what is a real shame? We got this nice fire here, and it all feels good. But we are missing something important. I wish we had marshmallows," Jim said thoughtfully and sighed.

"Oh, I love marshmallows! They use to be my favourite thing to grill and eat when ever I was somewhere with a fireplace!" Kelly chimed in looking dreamily.

"Man, that would make this evening quite good," Darryl agreed.

"I would definitely eat some marshmallows," Pam said. She was looking at Jim and raising her eyebrow. Jim lifted one finger to her, telling her to wait.

"Don't you have some in the car, Dwight?" Jim asked.

"No, I don't. You should know it, you have been travelling in it for months," Dwight shook his head and looked at Michael.

"Dwight, if you have marshmallows in your car and you are not giving them to us, I will be really upset. Jim got the idea of marshmallows into my head now, and I really want them," Michael said.

"I'm sure that I saw some there. Boxes full of white sticks," Jim pretended to look like he was thinking very hard.

"Those are not marshmallows, they are tampons!" Dwight scoffed, "Jim you are so stupid sometimes."

"No! I was so sure… But… They tasted like marshmallows!" Jim's facial expression was one of pure horror, although inside he just wanted to laugh.

"God, Jim. Why do I always have to make everything so simple for you," Dwight sighed and got up. He started to walk to the car, and as soon as he was out of the hearing distance, Pam cracked up.

"Oh my God! You weren't kidding!" she laughed and Jim did a little bow while sitting down, which made her laugh even more.

"What is going on here?" Kelly asked. She and the others around the fire looked utterly confused.

"Just wait," Jim said, and pretty soon Dwight was back. He threw a box at Jim, which he caught with ease.

"Look for yourself, idiot."

Jim studied the package a bit longer than needed; he knew very well what it was, but it was all for the sake of comedy.

"Oh, goodness. You are right: O.B. Ultra, 40 tampons," Jim read out loud.

"What?" Kelly shrieked and crawled to Jim on all fours to snatch the pack from his hands.

"Why the hell do you have tampons, you freak? What would you do with them?" Kelly asked turning her head to Dwight.

"And ultra, Dwight, really?" Pam added

"Well, I knew I would meet some women on my journey and thought that the tampons would work as a great currency. So if you have anything that would interest me, I am willing to trade those with it," Dwight explained and sounded genuinely surprised that explanations were even needed. Then he turned to Pam.

"I am sorry that I am not able to cater to your personal needs. I couldn't have possibly known that I meet you and that your flow is not heavy enough to wear ultra."

"Please, don't talk about my flow ever again," Pam said with a serious face.

"Kelly, what you have to offer?" Dwight brushed Pam's comment off like he hadn't even heard it and concentrated on Kelly.

Mean while Pam sneaked up a look to Jim and mouthed 'wow'. Jim smiled and then mouthed 'I told you so', which cause Pam to burst into a silenced laughter one more time.

"What! You can't possibly think that I am going to give these back to you. You have no right to be in the possession of such things. I am keeping this and giving you nothing back!" Kelly said and took to her feet.

"I am going to my tent now to get some sleep, and if you try to follow me or do anything like that, I will scream and get all the walkers from a five mile radius to come here." And with that she stomped off leaving very confused Dwight staring after her.

"Nice one [would Dwight use this phrase? – possibly 'congratulations' instead], Jim. Because of your stupidity, I lost one pack of my best currency," Dwight sighed.

"So you do, in fact, have more of those?" Jim asked.

"Of course. Why would I be so stupid as to only take one pack? This was always a possibility!"

"Aaaaarghh! So there is no marshmallows?" Michael asked looking very disappointed. It was Jim's turn to look at Pam with his eye brows raised in a question. Pam just rolled her eyes and sighed.

Jim turned away smiling.

"No. My stupid partner had mistaken some tampons as marshmallows. He is stupid like that," Dwight explained.

The sun was almost fully gone when Creed got to his feet.

"I'm going to hit the hay, guys. I am so tired after having to drag those dead things around all day," he said before he left. Good nights were murmured all around for him, but people didn't seem to care that much.

"I can take the first watch everyone, so you can all go to sleep whenever you like," Jim offered automatically. He knew well enough that he would not be able to sleep before he could see the sun again. Not after what almost happened to Pam today. And to him of course.

"Watch?" Michael asked confused, but everyone just ignored him.

"Thanks a lot man – I've been doing so many of them lately that I don't even think I know how to sleep anymore," Darryl said, and fist bumped Jim. Then he got to his feet and disappeared to one of the tents.

"What watch?" Michael asked again.

"Someone is always up and keeping eye on things, Michael. In case we get attacked during the night," Pam explained, and grabbed Roy's waiting hands, who then pulled her up.

"Night, guys," Pam said, but was mostly looking at Jim.

"Yeah, night. And thanks again, Halpert, for saving my girl. Also, thanks for keeping watch," Roy said, and once again shook Jim's hand. Jim smiled at him and mumbled nonsense saying 'my pleasure and it's alright', but paying no attention to it what so ever. [good characterisation again, Roy calling him 'halpert' – keep that up]

He felt extreme discomfort to let Pam go with him, but also he felt a bit confused by his behaviour. He had said thanks a lot, and he had acted nice towards Jim, but still Jim didn't feel good about the way he was treating Pam. Maybe, if he ever would get a chance again, he could ask from Pam what is going on with that guy.

Jim was sure that his sad eyes, and dull expression during the exchange had gone unnoticed by everyone; after all they were the new guys who no one knew. But he was wrong; when Jim let out a long sigh and looked up, he saw Oscar looking at him with a curious look. When their eyes met, Oscar lifted one of his eyebrows slightly and automatically Jim turned his eyes to the ground. Hopefully, Oscar wouldn't turn out to be Roy's best friend.

After that, Jim didn't really participate in the conversation, but he did notice Dwight looking at Angela when she left. He looked just a few seconds too long to be discreet. Jim shook his head a little, thinking that this place might be his and Dwight's undoing. No good could become from love in this world.

Slowly all the rest left as well, Toby saying that he would be there to take over in couple of hours, but Jim was pretty certain that he would tell the man to just go back to sleep. He trusted no one to keep Pam— and the other people in the camp safe. Well except maybe Dwight who was now the only other person around the camp fire. They sat opposite each other, and Dwight threw a few more sticks into the slowly dying fire.

They sat quietly for a while, before Dwight got to his feet. Jim looked at him.

"I am just going to keep an eye on things from the edge of the forest," Dwight explained, and Jim only nodded. He knew Dwight's quirks and he always felt better when there were eyes dotted around rather than having a group in the middle where they could be surrounded by walkers.

Dwight walked away and sat at the edge of the forest near the path were they first came to the clearing. For a second Jim thought about going over there and talking to him about what he thought of the place and the people, and if he thought they should stay. But he didn't. He just couldn't be bothered having that conversation for many reasons, but maybe mostly because he wasn't sure himself if he wanted to stay or go.

The hours ticked by, and the only entertainment Jim got was from the occasionally eye contact he made with Dwight. Eventually Toby came around and told Jim to go to sleep. Jim declined like he knew he would, and Toby went back to sleep, without arguing that much.

"Mind if I join you?" Pam asked. Jim had heard her exit her tent, and he heard every step she took, but he didn't look in case she just needed the toilet or something. Now though, Jim turned and looked at Pam, who stood a bit awkwardly next to him. She had a cardigan covering her that she kept pulling closer around her. The small flickering flames made her hair seem alive, and they were just enough to illuminate the awkward lip bite.

"Of course, sit down," Jim said with a smile and tapped the ground next to him, "but I am pretty sure I saw Roy drag you to the tent with him."

"Yeah, that did happen, but I just couldn't sleep. Today's attack was the first in a long time when my life was really at the stake, so I guess it's just all the adrenaline that doesn't seem to go away," Pam explained and sat down. Jim couldn't help but to notice that Pam still hadn't changed her bloodied clothes.

"That actually reminds me…," Jim pulled the knife that he had already give Pam once, from his belt and handed it to Pam again.

"This is what saved your life today. Not me, but you and your use of this knife. So you better hold on to it in case you would ever need it again," Jim said. Pam nodded and took the knife from him. She looked at the blade that Jim had cleaned, and surprisingly smiled.

"While I have to agree that the knife helped, but you were the one who gave it to me. You were the one who managed to get me to move and act to save my life," she said and put the knife away.

"Did I ever even thank you?"

Jim looked at her.

"I don't think I did," Pam touched his hand softly, "Thank you, Jim. If you had wandered into our camp a day later, or if you had decided that watching a girl do laundry is not worth your time, I would be dead. Or worse."

Awkwardly Jim turned towards the fire, but a small smile managed to find its way to Jim's lips.

"Don't mention it. Really, it was…," Jim started, but didn't know how to continue. What was it, really? "Anyway, it's alright. You would have done the same for me."

"Yeah."

Pam's eyes lingered on Jim's face and then she turned to look at the fire. Jim's eyes travelled to her face, the second hers left his. The fire lit up her features and she looked so heartbreakingly beautiful.

Jim wanted to tell her that there might be something better for her out there. Who knew what would happen, and that she should not be under the command of Roy.

But he only said:

"I hope you get everything figured out. Meanwhile, you need to stand up for yourself. You can't let Roy put your life into danger again, just because he thinks you shouldn't carry a weapon."

"You are right, and I know that," Pam said, but she seemed to be more convincing herself than talking to Jim.

Neither of them even tried to revive the conversation, and Jim only took occasionally glances of Pam who seemed to be lost in her thoughts.

"Why are you even still up?" Pam asked and surprised Jim with her question. He had thought she had come here to look for his company, but apparently she had just wanted to get out of her tent.

"I can't really sleep, and leave someone else keeping watch. I guess you could say that I don't trust people," Jim said awkwardly. Pam was looking at him again.

"You have to sleep sometime. Besides, I would think you are relatively safe in your car," she pondered, and caused Jim to have a mini heart attack. How was he supposed to explain to her that the main reason wasn't worry over himself, or Dwight? That is was the worry over everyone on this camp after seeing how their grouped worked, or rather didn't work? That he was so worried about Pam spending her night with the man who refused to come and fight for her?

"Yeah, I guess I would be," was all he said eventually. The bubble of emotions of in his chest was making it hard to breath.

"I get it. It is hard to trust other people protect things you care about," Pam agreed, and she gave a small look to Jim, that convinced him that she knew every little thing was going on in his head.

Jim only nodded, not being sure at all of how to answer to her. Pam wiggled a little on her spot, trying to get more comfortable.

"So where is Dwight? I would have assumed he is like you, and unable to trust people," Pam asked.

"He is right there," Jim pointed to the edge of the forest, where Dwight sat completely still, but eyes moving constantly.

"Wow, that is very… creepy," Pam laughed a bit uncomfortably. Jim sneered a little. He felt the tiredness of the day creeping up on him; their last night's sleep barely counted even as sleep and he had been involved in two different walker ambushes. His muscles ached and a small headache was forming, but he refused to even think about sleeping.

"I have been meaning to ask you about Michael. I don't really understand how he can be your leader… I mean, he seems to be in denial about everything," Jim asked and suppressed a yawn.

"Oh yeah… Well, I don't really know. Like I told you it was him and I, and a few others who escaped together from the Scranton branch, and he just kind of never realized that in this world he is not our manager anymore. It is hard to describe what is going on in this camp, Jim. Sometimes I feel like people just wish the best everyday when they wake up," Pam shook her head.

"You included?" Jim asked. Pam looked at him and laughed a little.

"Yeah, I guess. But I think that things are really going to change now that you are here."

Jim crossed his legs, and pondered if he should ask about Roy. He really wanted to know how she felt about him not coming to her aid even though he had heard her. But Jim decided against it.

"Do you mind if I lie down for a minute?" Pam asked and yawned. She kept pulling the cardigan tighter around her.

"Of course not, but wouldn't you be more comfortable in the tent?" Jim asked.

Pam lay down on the hard ground and placed her head on Jim's thigh, which made Jim's heart skip a beat.

"Probably, but I don't want to go there," Pam mumbled as the sleep tried to tug her under," I was so worried that you gave in to your tiredness and let Toby take over for you. I just wanted to talk with you some more."

Pam's last words were barely loud enough to for Jim to hear it, but it made him smile. He looked at her sleeping face for a while, being sure that no one was around to see them he felt comfortable doing so.

Finally Jim had to drag his eyes away from her, and to his surprise he saw Dwight staring at him from his spot. Jim had completely forgotten his existence. Now Dwight was looking at him and slowly he shook his head. Jim sighed and turned away. He would not hear the end of this now.

The morning was only a couple of hours away, and during those hours Jim didn't move at all. He was too scared of disrupting Pam's peaceful sleep: she had barely moved herself in those couple of hours, but she looked very comfortable and happy, which made Jim confused. He didn't understand how that could be; how could anyone be comfortable lying on the hard ground using other person's leg as a pillow.

When the sun finally hit the clearing again, the fire was completely out, and Jim was sure that his legs were dead. Gently he shook Pam, not really wanting to wake her, but knowing that he needed his sleep. He was feeling so tired that he probably would fall asleep the minute he saw their car.

"Pam, maybe you should continue this in your tent," Jim whispered, and Pam stirred. She pulled herself up, wiping the tiniest bit of drool from her cheek.

"Yeah, I probably better go before Roy wakes up," she mumbled. With unsteady feet she got up. With sleep evident on her face she looked at Jim.

"Thanks," was all she said before she smiled and walked away. Jim wasn't sure why she was thanking him, but it did make him feel warm and good inside.

With a tired sigh, Jim forced himself to stand up as well, and it took him a good while to get his legs to work again. Dwight was still sitting at the same spot he had been all night. Jim nodded to him before making his way to the tent he had seen Toby going. He woke the other man up to take over the watch; now that the sun was up he felt slightly better about leaving everyone's lives on someone else's hands.

Toby didn't mind the wake up call, and took over without saying much. Jim joined Dwight, who was waiting for him at the start of the dirt road. Together they walked towards the car; Jim could tell that Dwight was absolutely dried out as well, because he wasn't talking.

Quietly they got into the car, and lowered their seats to a sleeping position.

"You do know that it won't end up well, right? You can't be so stupid that you think he won't come after you when he finds out?" Dwight asked when they had both got comfortable. Jim didn't even need to ask what he was talking about, and although it annoyed him that Dwight had to voice these things out loud, he couldn't blame the guy. Of course Jim knew all that.

"None of your business," Jim mumbled, and pulled his blanket over his head to block the sunlight – and to prevent Dwight from seeing his face.

"False. It is my business, because your ass being whipped means that I have to choose between protecting you and siding with the group," Dwight said. Jim didn't answer anymore, but the sleep he had felt so heavy just a moment ago, was slowly leaving him as the horrible thoughts invaded his head.

Jim wanted to point out that he had seen the looks Dwight gives Angela, but it wasn't the same thing. As far as they knew, Angela was not engaged. Jim sighed and closed his eyes. He would just have to turn his heart to stone, and not spend time with Pam.

After a while Jim heard Dwight sighing and turning on his seat.

Even though Jim's head was consumed with thoughts of Pam and Dwight's words played in his mind on a loop, the exhaustion won and pulled him into a restless sleep. And even more surprisingly he slept for hours; when he finally managed to wake up from a dream where all he could see was Pam turned into a walker, the sun was high in the sky.

Dwight was next to him asleep as well, and after wiping his face to get rid of the remains of his sleep, Jim shook him awake.

"Dwight, we better get up. It is probably after noon already," Jim mumbled. Dwight groaned, but he opened his eyes and stretched.

"What happened? How come you didn't wake me earlier?"

"Because I literally woke up two seconds before I woke you up," Jim answered, but the answer was completely lacking its usual sting. He was still so tired and also worried. Dwight and he had developed a special kind of survival mode, where they only slept four to five hours a night and that had gone on for months. Their bodies knew when it was time to abandon sleep. So sleeping as long as they did – especially with the nightmares, crossed Jim's mind – was worrying.

"The clock says it's 1PM," Dwight announced after his eyes adjusted to the sun and he was able to read the tiny clock on the dashboard.

Jim snapped his head to Dwight's direction.

"Seven hours?!"

Dwight and Jim shared glances that had the whole conversation in it; how on Earth they could have already felt so comfortable to let other people keep them safe for seven hours?

As the paranoid one, Dwight jumped up from his seat and started to search the car.

"Maybe they drugged us," he mumbled as he rifled through their stuff on the backseat. "You saw that Kelly girl last night going crazy over the tampons. It might have been her."

Sighing, and still feeling absolutely exhausted, Jim got up the car to calm down Dwight crazy.

"No one drugged us, Dwight. We didn't even eat with them. Quite honestly I think that we were just so exhausted, and maybe we did feel a little more comfortable sleeping longer when there are other people around us."

Dwight stopped his search and leaned to the car looking at Jim.

"I didn't feel at ease last night, or during the day. These people are completely unable to protect themselves, not to mention us. If there had been an attack they would have left us to get eaten to save them selves!"

"Okay, yeah, I do agree with you there, but that is much more likely than us being drugged. Also, I can guarantee nothing is missing," Jim sighed, "Let's just get to the camp, and see how we should arrange our meal times."

"I'm not sharing with all those people!" Dwight announced.

"I know you are not. Let's just see what is going to happen."

Jim just started to walk away knowing that eventually Dwight would follow him. He just felt uneasy, which was understandable, but Jim's mind was too full of pictures of the mangled body of Pam's from his dreams. Every where he went in his dream, Pam was always there to try to bite him, and every time she charged Jim knew he was responsible for her demise.

Jim was incredibly annoyed with himself, since he let a girl who he had known about for a very short amount of time to invade his thoughts and dreams, and make him lose his focus.

"Just so you know, I don't like this', Dwight said when he caught up with Jim. His crossbow was casually thrown over his shoulder, and Jim briefly thought should he have packed a gun, or something besides the machete.

"You want to leave?" Jim asked, and in all honesty he wasn't sure what he wanted Dwight to answer. He felt weird resentment when he thought about leaving, but he knew that it would be the easiest and most likely smartest thing to do.

Dwight contemplated Jim's question for a long time. They were nearly at the clearing and they saw the weird little village full of life.

Kelly was arguing about something over Darryl; Toby and Oscar were piling up wood for the future fires; Michael was sitting outside his tent; Creed was suspiciously just walking around; and Meredith was getting an earful off of Angela.

"Maybe we could stick around for another day," Dwight finally said, "We can look how thing seem tomorrow."

Jim agreed with a nod, and together they walked into the camp. Michael spotted them fast and soon he was at their side.

"Hello there sleepy heads!" he greeted with an annoyingly smug smile.

Jim immediately regretted not leaving the moment they woke up; if this was the treatment they would get after they saved one of their own and then staying up all night to protect the people they hardly know….

"We have been up early and been getting on with our daily routine, while you have been sleeping," Michael was clearly joking, but it still managed to get on Jim's nerves; maybe because he was tired?

"I was all in favour of coming to throw some water at you guys, but I was stopped by these boring people," Michael made a big gesture towards everyone.

"Hey, Mike, leave them alone. We already told you, they stayed up all night keeping watch," Darryl finally intervened and Jim felt like hugging the man.

"I still don't understand why someone has to stay up," Michael mumbled and Jim forced a smile; this man behaved like a child and if they were going to stay, Jim swore to himself that he would have a conversation with Dwight about training the group. Also to overthrow Michael as the leader.

Maybe if they were lucky he would get eaten.

Jim immediately regretted the thought although he was kidding; a little bit anyway. No one should get eaten.

"Morning, Michael," Jim just said ignoring everything else and walked to Darryl leaving Dwight with Michael; for some weird reason they seemed to get along. Maybe it really was that Dwight found the manager in Michael that he refused to even look for in Karen.

Dwight didn't even notice him leaving and awkwardly Jim went to stand next to Darryl and unfortunately, Kelly.

"Hey, thanks for that man," Jim said, and Darryl extended his hand into a fist bump. Respectively Jim answered to it.

"No problem; Mike tried to rally everyone to 'haze the new guys' when you were sleeping and there were quite few of us telling him to leave you alone. He can be a bit too much sometimes," Darryl explained.

"Wow, sounds like owe a lot of people thanks then. I mean we don't really sleep that much ever, but I guess it's nice that for once when that happens people don't meddle with it," Jim laughed.

"No need to thank anyone, we were just talking about it that you guys really saved us last night by taking the watch. We only have so many people here who are even a decent shot and most have not even had to kill a walker. Things are getting tough for the few of us, who feel like the whole camp depends on us. So anyway, it's nice to have extra help."

"You can't say that it is a bad thing that some people can't kill! It is very rude thing to say and I think you should be happy for the part of us who never have had to battle them!" Kelly pitched in, and in that point Jim voluntarily tuned out.

So things were like he had been suspecting; no one here were exactly equipped for this life and it was a miracle that they were alive. While Jim's brain was coming up with ideas and plans to give some simple combat training to everyone in the camp, his eyes were scanning his surroundings. For nothing in particular, he told himself, denying that it very much was for someone in particular. She was nowhere to be seen, but Jim accidentally locked eyes with Oscar, who gave him that knowing look, that reminded Jim so much of the one last night. Eventually he heard his name being said in the conversation next to him, and he quickly broke the awkward eye contact with Oscar.

"You would, Jim? Right?" Kelly asked him and stared at him. Darryl looked a bit peeved, and Jim honestly had no idea what they were talking about.

"What?"

"You would treat a woman the way they deserve to be treated, and not like scum like Darryl treats me!" Kelly's staring was making Jim feel extremely uncomfortable. He would like to think that he would, but the evidence was against him.

"Umm.. I-, it's hard to say…," Jim mumbled as he took small steps backwards. "Anyway, I need to go to talk to Dwight about something."

Without waiting for an answer Jim turned around, but wasn't able to take any steps before he saw angry Roy surfacing from the path to the clearing, waving a knife and yelling;

"Halpert!"

Hey, wait a second: it was his knife. Well Pam's, but originally it had been his.

It took Dwight all in all five seconds to appear next to Jim.

"I hate to say this, but I told you so," Dwight said into Jim's ear.

"Shut up!" hissed Jim who had already placed his hand on his machete but without pulling it out.

"Maybe you should take it out. He looks mad," Dwight voice was full of mockery, and Jim wanted to punch him for it, but he knew in reality Dwight had been right, and all of this was his own stupid fault.

"What's up, Roy?" Jim shouted back trying to sound casual, but he was still very sure that the knife he was waving had something to do with it. Next to Jim, Dwight was taking aim with his trusted crossbow.