Nothing about this looks good. Not a damn speck of it.

Joshua's stationed along the perimeter, keeping an eye out for where more or less Delia should be along the next portion of their watch. He hasn't done too much work with the rest of the others before save for Harley and Delia. Being able to keep either one of them at least kind of in sight does a lot to ease his nerves. For so long this winter getting by has meant staying out of sight and relying on being faster than anyone who could take notice of him.

Just sitting out here while the minutes tick by longer than he feels like they probably should be is eating at his nerves. They need to be on the move. Need to get out of here. Soon, soon the call will be issued. Or trouble will show up. The rifle at Josh's back is an uncomfortable reminder of where this is all probably headed. Never has the phrase 'it's all downhill from here' been less of a comfort than it is right now.

"Fuck me." Though he's filling with anxiety and fear, Joshua holds his nerve and his position.