Poisonous stuff
Yawn. Al woke up late midnight. Just before his shift.
Joel was currently guarding.
"You could have slept for a bit longer."
"No, it's fine. I'll catch some sleep before dawn," Al said.
Joel shrugged and quickly went to bed. And fell asleep too.
People like them had to have the ability to fall asleep anywhere, under any circumstances. But sadly, Al was yet to master the skill.
It was kind of chilly so he threw some firewood on the campfire and let it burn stronger. He was technically inviting monsters in a sense but given he knew they'd come one way or another, he didn't care. Besides, Al felt the most alive during the night. Ever since that fake vampire shit, he'd been getting weirder and weirder. He didn't get cravings for blood but he did feel pathetic in the sun while he felt amazing during the night. But he still felt sleepy at night, and the group didn't travel at night… so in the end, Al just felt more and more miserable.