"So, what did you want to talk about?"
John was slouched on his chair as he waited for Lydia to speak, her piercing blue eyes fixed on him.
"I heard you found clues to finding Julia and Stephanie. Did you follow up on it?" She asked, leaning forward, her expression grave and intense.
"I was going to, but..." John glanced at Zara, who was sitting beside him, her arms crossed over her chest and her gaze fixed on him.
"Someone wanted me to come here," John glared at Zara and she simply scoffed and ignored him.
"Anyway, is that all?" John stood up and Lydia sighed.
"No, John. There's something more urgent."
John turned around, eyebrows raised, "what is it?"
"There is a group of survivors in the base. They want you to step down as the leader, John."
John snorted, his eyebrows arched with disbelief, "so, that's what they're saying?"