Later, Kyle, Shawn, James, Sarah, Cassandra, Caleb, Rocky, Rachel, Abigail, Margaret, Chris, Kayla, Alicia, Peter, John, and Samantha are playing a game of cards.
Samantha: Uh, we haven't had a card since the welcome party.
Abigail: Wait, you guys had a welcome party and I was asleep for it?
Chris: Regardless, we definitely this. This enough players?
Rocky: Of course, it is, bro. I mean, if you wanna go ask Chloe to play, I don't mind waiting.
Chris: Dude, shut up! I swear to fucking God!
Samantha: Wait, you've got a crush on Chloe, Chris?
Chris: Uh....I mean, I find her charming and outgoing.
Kyle: That's definitely the words for "I have a crush on Chloe".
The survivors laugh.
Chris: Oh, god....
John: Don't worry, bro. Your secret's safe with us.
Rachel: Hey, what are we playing?
Peter: Truth or Dare!
Peter shuffles the cards.
Cassandra: You don't use cards in Truth or Dare, Peter.
Peter: You do in my version. Everyone draws. Highest card gets to ask. Lowest card has to answer.
Everyone takes a card and passes the deck around until everyone got a card. Kyle sees he has the lowest card and Samantha has the highest.
Samantha: This should be good. Let's see. Truth. Marry-Fuck-Kill. One of my people.
Kyle: Oh, god....
Sarah: Uh, is this appropriate to ask in front of me?
John: It's just a game, Sarah.
Samantha: Yeah, plus, I'll make it dudes so it's easy; Peter, John or....Sylvester.
Alicia: Bleh! Sylvester?! He's like eighty years old!
Kyle scoffs.
Kyle: Jesus Christ....
Shawn: Dude, you gotta answer. That's the rules. Your gayness is about to show.
Kyle sticks his middle finger up to Shawn.
Kyle: I would marry...Peter.
Peter looks a little uncomfortable.
Peter: Uh, I...uh...Thanks?
James: I don't think you're his type, Kyle. If you hadn't noticed, he's into blondes.
Peter: Hey!
Shawn: Kayla's a blonde!
Shawn quickly covers his mouth as James jerks his head back and forth.
James: No way!
Rocky: I fucking knew it! I knew you two had the hots for each other! I can just sense the boner in your pants growing every time you look at her.
Margaret: Rocky!
Margaret laughs a little as Shawn glares at Rocky.
Shawn: Dude, what's your fucking problem?
Rocky: Sorry...it's just...it was kinda obvious.
Kayla laughs in embarrassment, but then blushes at Shawn.
Kyle: Anyway...I would, uh....Fuck...
Rachel: Oh, boy....hear it comes...
Kyle: John.
John raises an eyebrow.
Caleb: Oh! No!
The entire group bursts out in tears.
John: Uh...why?
Kyle: Tall, dark and handsome. Why wouldn't I want to fuck- and why am I saying this?
Sarah: Oh my god!
Sarah laughs.
Peter: So that means you're killing...
Alicia: This is funny.
Samantha: Sylvester! Poor old Sylvester.
Caleb: No, not the old man.
Margaret: Hey, at his age, Kyle'd be doing him a favor.
Peter: This is great. We're laughing and bonding. It's a nice break from thinking about psychopathic assholes sneaking into our community to kidnap us.
Samantha: Not if you keep bringing it up.
Alicia: Peter...
Peter: And onto round two.
Everyone takes a card and they pass around the deck.
Rachel: I win!
John: And poor Chris loses.
Rachel: Oh, I'm definitely a dare.
Chris: Alright. Do your worst.
Rachel: You have to ask Chloe...for a kiss.
Chris frowns.
Sarah: Rachel!
Rachel: What?!
Sarah: It's a nice dare.
Chris: Seriously?!
Rocky: Nice one, kid! The most deadly dare of all.
Chris sighs.
Chris: You all fucking suck.
Chris gets up and walks over to Chloe. The group watches Chris talk to Chloe.
Rocky: Aaaand....
Chloe: What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Chloe punches Chris. All of the group busts out laughing as Chris, begrudgingly, walks back to the group.
Shawn: Well, I think we all learned something about you, Chris. Mainly you have no romantic charm at all.
Chris: Fuck. Off.
Peter: Alright, boys and girls; it's time for round three!
Once again, the group grabs a card, passes around the deck. October gets the lowest card, and Peter has the highest.
Peter: I got it. We've been pretty hard on poor Chris, teasing him about Chloe. Seems only fair we mercilessly tease someone else here about love. So, Rachel? Anyone here your age you like-like?
Samantha: Seriously, Peter? Like-like?
John: What are you, five?
Peter: Four, thank you very much.
Rachel: Um...Well, it's been three weeks....since Moses....so I'm not really ready to move on just yet.
Sarah gives a nervous look while Abigail gives a comforting look.
Abigail: Well, take your time, Rachel. I know you really liked him.
Rachel: Thanks.
Samantha: It could be anyone....
James: Well, it's definitely not one of our group. We're all either in our thirties or married.
Rocky scoffs.
Rocky: Speak for yourself!
It is round four as everyone picked a card.
Peter: Chris, you got the high card. And the loser is....Alicia.
Chris looks over at Alicia.
Chris: Alright. What's something you never told anyone because you were afraid they'd make fun of you?
Alicia looks away in embarrassment.
Peter: You got this.
Alicia: I, um...I think...I think infected and Skinners won't be around. They'll go away, someday. I mean, the Condemned and Krens did, so maybe they will, too. The world goes in cycles, right? Ice age, stone age. All of it. This age will end, and a new one will start.
Cassandra: An age without infected. Like the old world. The mid 2000's world.
Alicia: It'll be better.
Sarah: That's really beautiful. I never thought of it that way, Alicia.
Rachel looks a little bothered.
Alicia: What's wrong, Rachel?
Rachel: I...I just don't know what that's like. All of you do, but I don't. I don't remember a time before the apocalypse?
Abigail: I mean, Rachel, I don't either. I'm 19 years old and the world's been destroyed for thirty-three years.
Kyle: Well, Rachel....some of us like Shawn, James, Cassandra, Sarah and Caleb here; we were born post apocalypse.
Rocky: Yeah, I was born in the 2000's.
Margaret: So, Rocky here's the ancient one.
Caleb laughs.
Rocky: But you know what, kid? It's okay that you don't. Believe me, the world before this one was pretty fucking shitty. You'd have to worry about things like the IRS or taxes.
Rachel smiles, feeling better. Kyle and Sarah look up at Rocky and smile at him. Rocky then nods and smiles back to Kyle and Sarah.
Rocky: And that's cool place to call it.
Samantha: We should finish up our work, anyway. It's getting dark.
Everyone starts to get up and walk away. Connor and Bryan walk up to Samantha.
Samantha: You two on lookout?
Connor: Yep. Kyle and Rachel's got it after us.
Connor and Bryan walk away. Cassandra is walking with James, before Margaret calls out to her.
Margaret: Hey, Cassandra, you got a minute?
Cassandra turns back to James.
Cassandra: Go ahead. I'll be a minute.
James nods, before walking off. Margaret then walks up to Cassandra.
Cassandra: What's up, Margaret?
Margaret: Uh....need some girl advice.
Cassandra: On?
Margaret: Taking a chance....in a liking a guy type of sense.
Cassandra: Really? You think you're ready? I mean; I'm only asking cause it hasn't been full year yet since....well, since Joseph....and I know losing someone like that can take time.
Margaret: I know, but there's someone who makes me feel a certain type of way. Makes me laugh. Makes me forget that I'm not alone...even if this someone is an idiot.
Cassandra's eyes widen.
Cassandra: Oh, no.
Margaret: What? What?
Cassandra: The moment you said "idiot" I know exactly who you're talking about.
Margaret: Uh....who do you think I'm talking about?
Cassandra: Who else is a bigger idiot than the one in our group?
Cassandra nods towards Rocky, who is climbing the tower. Margaret turns back and forth between Cassandra and Rocky.
Margaret: I mean....I...I don't.....
Margaret sighs.
Margaret: All right. Is it that obvious?
Cassandra: A little....but hey, if you think that it can work, that you go for it.
Margaret: You think I should?
Cassandra nods.
Cassandra: You deserve happiness, Margaret.
Cassandra hugs Margaret.
Margaret: Okay. I'm going to do it. I'm going to tell him how I feel.
Margaret goes and follows Rocky to the bell tower.
Cassandra: Lord give that girl strength.
The two walk into the tower.
Rocky: So, checking the walls, huh?
Margaret: Yeah. From up here. I think it's a great view. You ready for a climb?
The two go up a few steps then start to grab the metal bars to climb up the walls.
Rocky: Looks a little dangerous.
Margaret: What's more dangerous than the ones in the apocalypse?
Rocky: Alright, that's fair.
Rocky walks up the wall.
Margaret: C'mon. What are you? Chicken-shit?
Rocky: No. I'm horse shit.
Margaret giggles as the two continue to climb up.
Margaret: Now I'm thinking about chicken tenders. Do you remember those?
Rocky: Uh...I'm confused on how horse shit made you think of fucking chicken tenders.
Margaret: I didn't, but it was a random thought. My mom was a trader. Before the world went to shit, Marcus told me of how my mom used to travel around, doing news reports and she didn't have time to cook. So she would stop at a DQ or Burger King and get me a chicken tender meal. What I wouldn't give to have that meal again.
Margaret jumps over the platform and climbs over the stairs to get to the tower, Rocky not far behind. As the two walk on the balcony, both of them leaned against the railings and look out on the courtyard.
Rocky: Barbed wire, traps, guns. It's everything we planned.
Margaret nods.
Rocky: You're on sniper duty, right? That why you came up here?
Margaret: No, thought I could use the company....
Then both of them walk along the roof while Rocky looked up at the clear starry sky and full moon.
Margaret: I thought....maybe....you and I could use a few minutes of peace. Get away from everything for a while.
Rocky nods.
Rocky: How well do you know your constellations?
Margaret: Very little. You?
Rocky: I learned some in school, but I can't remember them for donkey dick.
Margaret: Well, let's make some up. Come over here. You can sit down without falling to your death.
Margaret sits on the edge of the walkway and sits down, Rocky sits next to her.
Margaret: If I remember right, my brother always said that everyone's born under a special sign, right? It determines your personality.
Rocky: That's astrology, Margaret, not astronomy.
Rocky laughs.
Margaret: Whatever, let's just fucking make our own. What the star says about you. It's not like anyone remembers the old times, right?
Rocky: Right.
Rocky smirks.
Rocky: Let's do it.
The two look up at the stars.
Margaret: There. See? It's a deer.
Margaret points it out.
Rocky looks up and sees the star.
Rocky: Alright. Now it needs a personality.
Margaret: Bright, pretty, anonymous. Always on the move, loads of energy. Sound like anyone we know?
Rocky: Hmmm.....You?
Rocky looks at Margaret and she blushes at this.
Margaret: You really think so?
Rocky: Fuck yeah, I really do.
Margaret can't stop the smile from spreading across her face. She then clears her throat and looks up again.
Margaret: I spy with my little eye....a gun. See it?
Rocky looks up and finally sees it.
Margaret: That's easy. Loaded, cocky, no pun intended, clean and ready to protect the people you care about.
Rocky: Also sounds like you.
Margaret laughs.
Rocky: You can't give me all these signs, you dork. Someone else.
Rocky thinks for a moment.
Rocky: Then I'll say...me.
Margaret: Oh, definitely. That's a great one for you.
Margaret chuckles.
Margaret: Okay, one more time. I found a eagle.
Rocky: Like a real eagle?
Margaret: No, a star one, doofus. Right there.
Margaret points high above. Rocky looks in that direction and finds it.
Margaret: The Eagle is free. Free to fly. Free to go wherever it wants....free to forget what hurts.
Rocky: Margaret....it's not just Joseph, is it?
Margaret sighs.
Margaret: Marcus really would've loved this community.
Rocky: He would've....but he also wanted to make sure his bad-ass sister was in a safe place.
The two gaze into each other's eyes for a few moments.
Rocky: Margaret....I think... I mean... I hope...we're more than just friends.
Rocky scoots closer to Margaret and her eyes widen in shock.
Rocky: That....was meant to be an inside thought.....now, I just know you don't feel that same way and-
Margaret leans in and kisses Rocky, who feels taken back at this, but he feels elated once her lips touched his. The two break the kiss and both of them lean their foreheads against each other.
Margaret: Holy shit, Rocky.
Rocky: That's fucking romantic.
Margaret: I mean, holy fucking shit.
Margaret places her hand over Rocky's as she goes and kisses him.