Freddy gazed at one of the monitors that was hooked up to cameras all around the outside of the building. There wasn't anything on the screen. Freddy's leg bounced up and down, his sneakers squeaking against the floor as he did so.

"Freddy, do you want to open that bottle of pop?" Julia asked, her voice drifting in from the kitchen.

"For dinner?" Freddy called back.

"Yeah, what else," came Julia's voice.

"Sure, I guess so," Freddy finally responded.

"Okay, I'm gonna open it then!" Julia shouted.

Something moved on the monitor. Freddy leaned in and saw an infected woman sniffing around, looking for someone to infect. They were always looking. They never stopped. Freddy shut his eyes tightly, pushing away from the monitor.

"Fred, are you alright?" Greg's voice cut in. Freddy opened his eyes, spinning around to face Greg.

"I'm fine," Freddy reassured his friend.

"Are you getting the headaches again?" Greg inquired.

"No, no it's really nothing. I'm fine, really Greg," Freddy insisted, scrambling out of the desk chair.

Before Greg could make any other comments, Julia announced that dinner was ready. It wasn't much, merely some canned vegetables and some canned beans heated up and ladled out onto three plates, but it was something. Freddy sat down across from Julia, leaving Greg to sit down next to Freddy. They sat in silence while Julia poured them cups of soda.

"Can I say grace?" Greg asked as Julie handed them each a different coloured plastic cup.

"Yeah, sure," Freddy answered him, despite Julia's eye roll. Greg said a quick grace and then they began eating.

"Julia, did Dr. Rose radio in yet?" Greg inquired.

"Yes. She said that there is definitely a migration pattern happening within the infected. She thinks it's due to lack of available hosts for the disease, so it's driving the infected hosts further and further to find new hosts," Julia replied around a forkful of food.

Greg neglected to point out the fact that that was not anything new. Dr. Rose had said nearly the same exact thing the last time she mentioned the Southbound infected, the same day they had found out about the destruction of the Toronto survivor's camp.

"Did she mention anything about the disease beginning to affect wildlife?" Freddy spoke up.

"Umm… no I don't think Dr. Rose mentioned that," Julia informed Freddy, "Maybe you should ask her again, she might have forgotten."

"Has Dr. Wilkins checked in?" Greg asked.

"No not yet, so be sure to answer when she does," Julia said, fixing Greg with a stern look.

"I promise I won't fall asleep on duty again," sighed Greg, sinking into his seat a little.

"I hope she's stopped interacting with that one church group… they give me the heebie-jeebies," Freddy commented.

"I don't think they're doing anything wrong," Greg mumbled.

"You have to admit that they kinda believe intensely that this is the rapture," Julia pointed out.

"Dr. Wilkins said that they are convinced they need to find the anti-christ to be able to ascend into heaven. During the end of days, we as humans cling to our beliefs and that's all that they are doing," Greg argued.

"They still creep me out," Freddy shivered. Greg shook his head and shoveled the last of his food into his mouth.

"We explain it through science, they explain it through religion, there isn't much of a difference," said Greg as he stood.

"Oh come on, don't be upset," Julia sighed. She didn't want to have to go through peace negotiations with Greg again. Those were tiring and she wasn't in the mood for it.

"I'm not upset, I'm really not Julia. I'm just tired," Greg assured her, running a hand through his hair and giving Julia what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

"We're all tired," said Freddy, "But I'm not that tired. Do you want me to take your shift tonight?"

Greg fixed Freddy with a frown.

"No, you need your rest too Fred," Greg said.

"I'm going to take your shift," Freddy insisted. Greg didn't argue after that.

Freddy was glad because he didn't want Greg or Julia to know why he wanted to stay up. They wouldn't approve. He needed to talk to Dr. Rose, and fast. And he needed to avoid talking with Dr. Wilkins at all costs.