The end: Team Omega

Part 2: Team Omega

As the scavengers entered, relief washed over them all, they could all finally relax, their postures became softened with the safety of their home. Dispersing into different areas of the room no one spoke. Two of them made their way over to the bunks. They were both men, the taller around his mid thirties with a muscular build. Shabby dark locks of hair coved his ears and forehead, pulling a slightly scratched respirator off his face he thunked his heavy backpack onto the floor which made an unpleasant clank with his finds inside before swiftly pulling himself onto the top bunk and laying down with a huff. The second man did much the same, pulling a similar respirator off his face revealing deep scars running down his cheek and lip. He was in his early twenties, hazel hair, shorter than the other man's, but equally as messy and unwashed, his eyes were a deep chestnut brown colour with a tired and dreary look which now was impossible for anyone to not carry. He lay on the opposite lower bunk, quickly succumbing to the presence of sleep.

The last one to enter was another man in his mid 30's, he wore a stern look on his face, his steel blue eyes adding to the unkind aura. Ragged clothes draped his strong form; smudged with oil, dirt, blood, and various other vile substances. Noticing the asleep woman on the table, he quietly headed in her direction. He reached out a gloved hand to her, gently shaking her shoulder in an attempt to wake her. Almost instantly she jolted up, briefly examining the room dazed before meeting his eyes, she had a pitiful solemn look on her face, the words agony written all over,  A shiver ran down his spine looking at her, but quickly shrugged it off remembering what he needed.

"Where are Morgan and Taylor?" He sighed in a rough tone standing over her.
She stood to meet him, but was much smaller in stature. Her body was slim and pale but held confidence. She too wore tainted rags, further diminishing her looks. She looked around again to the clock hanging over the bunks, getting slightly distracted by the sudden appearance of the other two men occupying them before turning back to him.
"They've been gone a half hour or so down a couple of houses. Mentioned looking for some scrap." Her voice didn't match the fragile look, there were strong volumes of strength and power within it.
The man cursed under his breath and looked towards the door.
"They're going to get themselves in trouble." He mumbled with frustration.
They both stood quietly for a moment.
"How'd it go, your search."
He had started to pace, deep in thought about the situation, unaware of her words. She watched him walk a few steps in one direction and back to repeat it again and again before interrupting.
"Alex." Her firm voice broke his pattern, turning towards her. He could never fully get used to the strength in her voice in comparison to her meek looks.
He turned towards the door once more before facing her cold green eyes.
"They'll be fine, they're idiots I know but look around, sitting here all day will be the death of all of us."
Taking her words into consideration he knew it was true, they all needed to be contributing in one way or another, he despised not having a solid plan in place, the feeling of not knowing what was going on, not being informed gnawed at him.
"I don't know how they did it in the military, but I know there was structure there, here there isn't and unfortunately you really can't control that." Sympathy came into her voice whilst still maintaining the rigidity and impact she had since waking up.

"When did you say they'd return?" He inquired pulling out a chair from the table, sitting down on what was left of the stuffing of the torn sewn in pillow.
"Said they'd be no more than an hour, but to not raise alarm until after two hours." She said reading the clock which Alex also turned towards.
The clock showed 12 past 5 in the afternoon. Once again he cursed under his breath knowing it could easily be dark by the time they'd both return.
"Thanks" Alex sighed again. "You can get some rest" nodding towards the bunks.
She gave a soft smile before swiftly taking him up on the offer, clambering onto the free top bunk in one fluid movement.

Alex exasperated, wiping his right hand down his face in further frustration, sighing. Taking his backpack off he leant it against one of the scratched legs of the mahogany table. He got up to close the still open inner door which was creating a cold draught in the main room and locking it.