Alexander Thaddeus Way
"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."
Alexander awoke in the middle of the night- never being much of a "heavy sleeper" or someone who sleeps through the night. Most asked if he had insomnia when he shared this fact, but Alexander never really thought of it that way. He functioned fine, with or without more than four hours of sleep. The lithe frame of Alexander stretched, the chair creaking backwards, but the lad kept his footing so that he wouldn't fall over and make noise. In this action, Trooper stirred, but Alexander comforted the dog, and the shepherd soon fell back into the oblivion of sleep.
Once his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, Alexander's silvery green eyes flickered over all of the people. Tonx seemed to have nodded off, and nearly everyone else looked tired as hell, or they too, were asleep. Hoisting himself from the chair, Alexander raised his hands into the air, behind his head, and stretched- heaving a slight groan. Once his joints and limbs felt loose, Alex unzipped Trooper's police vest, trying not to rouse the pup, and got out two granola bars. He then stalked away from the group of people, and sat himself behind the bar. Leaning against the laquer countertop, Alexander unwrapped the plastic covering and took large bites of the peanut butter granola bar.
In a few hours, when the sun finally rose, hopefully the group would pack up their things and leave. It was time to leave this city block behind, after all. Where would they go? Maybe the hospital wouldn't be too hard to clear out- that place could be a permanent home, right? He pushed the thoughts from his mind, seeing as they would have all the time in the world to discuss where their living quarters would be from here on out.
