Damn it. Wasn’t this place supposed to be a place of refuge? To relax and turn to somewhat normal of a life? I’m stressed, and it ain’t because of the danger outside. It’s this new guy. Others seem to get along with him just fine, but I don’t trust him. What if he finds out who I am? What I did? What if he hurts those I care about? I’ve been asked to watch over him, get him used to the patrols. I find him annoying, his laugh, his questions… The walk to the lookout tower is painfully silent, only broken by a grunt of disapproval from me every time I look at him. “It’s just down the hill here.” I grunt out, keeping things short.