Jeremy sighed, things weren't going as planned. He had hoped for him and Jeremy to be together and hang out like back in the good old days, but some stupid erasers had to ruin everything. This repetition of the same problem and action was becoming a bore. Erasers would invade, we would move and hide, wait, erasers invade, and the cycle repeats. He wanted to do something different, if facing erasers were inevitable then why not stall their meeting? Why did it seem to always be in an isolated location. Why couldn't society accept us? Why couldn't we live normal lives... Real clothes, food, body supplies. We're still human aren't we? If we go back to society, maybe we can find someone to protect us... Jeremy stopped as the rest of the group continued to walk Southeast. He looked another direction and pondered abandoning. The chance of anyone following him was small, probably impossible. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to keep doing this... no, not anymore, he was done with this. Jeremy caught up with the group.... just not now.