Achievement Hunter: The Broken

Resurfaced

It had been weeks and still no sign of Steffie. They had been unable to reach her radio, despite both of theirs working perfectly. Something was wrong on Steffie's end. They had been sending out groups to search for her, with no luck. The group had been getting more frustrated with the constant bad news.

Michael was annoyed beyond belief with Jack calling a "family meeting" due to the house being unorganized. Such a simple issue he decided to make into a huge deal.

"It's not that difficult. Food here, weapons here, craft materials here, others here!" Jack points to each chest he had previously labeled, until Michael had ripped off the labels in an attempt of protest.
"It's not even our fault, it's Gavin who doesn't know how to keep the damn house clean..." Jeremy mumbles, still bed ridden. "Why can't you just lecture him?!"
Jack puts his head in his hands, "You're still a part of the problem! You're making weapons out of wood! That's wasting wood! Just use stone!" Jack yells.
"At least I'm making weapons..." Jeremy crosses his arms.

"Hey, if anyone has leftover wood, could you give it to me? I'm working on making some buttons!" Alfredo raises his hand slightly, his shoulders going up as well.
"You don't need more buttons!" Trevor sighs.
"It's easy to make, and plus we can rig stuff around the house for when monsters show up!" Alfredo defends himself, sinking back down.

"Does anyone have any diamond?! I swear I saw some earlier." Gavin pipes up.

"No, Gavin! And if we did, you could look in the 'Others' chest! See how easy that is instead of looting through every chest?" Jack belittles everyone.

"It wouldn't go in Others. It'd go in Craft Materials." Geoff stands up from the corner.
"No, you don't need them for crafting so it's an 'other'." Jack states.

"Nah, I'm with Geoff on this one." Jeremy shrugs. "Money value is obsolete. It's for weapons."

"Thank you, Jeremy." Geoff looks at Jeremy.
"Fine! I'll just go ahead and make another chest for gems, how about that?! Would that make everyone happy?!" Jack throws his hands up, looking at everyone.

"I mean, yeah." Trevor nods.

"Oh my god—"

Everyone erupted into arguing. Michael snickered at everyone. Still managing to fight over petty stuff even in this time. Michael looks over, and notices Alfredo is sitting on the edge of one of the beds, he is looking off to the side, he seems tired. One of the buttons he had crafted was in his hands, he kept pressing it.
Michael walks over to him. "Hey, Fredo."
Alfredo sighs, "Hey..." his voice barely audible over the fighting.
"Come on, cabin fever is taking over these morons." Without waiting for a response, Michael leaves the house, and Alfredo puts down the button, following close behind. They walk in silence for a moment, then sit on the hill, facing away from the house, out to the field.
After a moment, Alfredo sighs. "I just...I wish they wouldn't fight. It's so petty!"
Michael looks down, "I know...but hey, this shit ain't new. They've always been at each other's throats." Michael grins. "But, the one person who could always stop our arguing was..." Michael's smile drops.
Alfredo pauses, looking down. "I'm sorry, Michael..."
Michael shrugs, "Not your fault. Lindsay let their guard down. I guess I should've expected this."
"How can you shrug this off like it's nothing?" Only, Alfredo doesn't say that. He just sighs, trying to ignore Michael's comment.

Alfredo gets an idea. "Y'know...I still don't know a lot about fighting, but you do—"
"No." Michael doesn't look over at Alfredo, focusing on the field in front of him.
"Come on, Michael."
"No."
Alfredo frowns, returning his gaze to the ground. He begins picking at the grass beneath him, frustrated.
Michael sighs. "If you really want to win, it's best to find a monster's weak point. Normally head, chest, or throat." He lists off on his fingers. "Keep your guard up, don't let them sense weakness." 
Alfredo pauses for a moment. "Thanks." He smiles.
"Alfredo! There you are!" Trevor rushes out of the house. "Thank God..."
Alfredo grumbles, "I'm fine, just needed to get out of that mess."
Michael asks, "Is everything okay?"
Geoff rushes over to them. "It's Steffie."