As I breezed through the hallways of the Packhouse in search of Alpha Walker, I realized that I had grown comfortable within the confines of the place, and that I wasn't afraid here.
I may not have been confident, but I was starting to feel a little more comfortable with my situation, and I hoped that Alpha Walker would go to sleep soon so that I could confront him about what he had been speaking to me about while he knew I couldn't respond.
The place was eerily quiet, and I frowned as I glanced out of the window and noticed the sun was low in the sky - it was getting late, and I was impatient.
And even though I was probably going to be talking to him soon anyway, it was frustrating that I couldn't find Alpha Walker when I couldn't shake the feeling he could have gone anywhere, and that
