The sound of movement against the opposite wall caught his attention for but a brief moment. Noticing it was just the girl he closed his eyes and slid down the wall until he sat on the ground himself, keeping his arms wrapped around himself to keep warm. Jeremy was not particularly all that tired since his blood was still boiling and he was someone that took awhile to cool off once his anger settled in. He was more restless than anything, but he figured taking some time to rest beats heading back out into the storm, even if the storm was dying a bit now. As he sat there relaxing, he could feel the adrenaline wear off ever slowly and sleeping became more and more appealing. He shot a glance at the woman, who appeared to be asleep, still unwilling to trust her if he did decide to fall asleep. She could very well turn on him and plant a bullet in his head.<br/><br/>The quick glance revealed she was, even in the lack of lighting, a decent looking woman. However, he decided to get those thoughts out of his head as quickly as possible. He was married and she was much younger than he was. Curse his soft spot for women. He shook his head and sighed hoarsely, closing his eyes again.<br/><br/>Sleep might do him some good, but he wasnâ€™t ready to fall asleep just yet. He leaned against the wall at a more comfortable angle and laid the flashlight in his lap in a protective way before switching it off. He didnâ€™t need it shining in his face while he was trying to get even a small amount of rest. The pistol remained in his hands, finger on the trigger, ready to blow the head off of anyone who disturbed his sleep. Usually he would remove his glasses and stick them in his pocket or something, sleeping was more comfortable without them on his face, but he decided to keep them on. He was not comfortable letting his guard down around a complete stranger enough to fall asleep, he was not a man who liked to take chances, but he knew he needed some rest after that. Closing his eyes for what was the last time, he let himself drift off to sleep.<br/><br/>His dreams were filled with nothingness. It was only that forest again, only this time it really was endless and he was walking in a circle. It felt real, unnerving. He could feel the cold in his sleep which did not help anything, becoming more and more annoying. And soon there was even a loud, familiar chime resounding through the area, echoing in his mind, slowly bringing him back to reality; his cell phone. Apparently both phones had gone off at the same time, because he also heard a chime that did not belong to his phone. Jeremy was extremely reluctant at first, but he noticed it was the same person from before texting him. Hesitantly, he opened the message.<br/><br/>It read:<br/><br/>EXELLENT.<br/>YOU TWO HAVE FOUND EACHOTHER.<br/>ARE YOU WILLING TO AID EACHOTHER OR WILL THERE BE BLOOD IN THE END?<br/>THE FUN HAS STARTED.<br/>YOU WILL GET WHAT IS COMING TO YOU SOON ENOUGH.<br/><br/>Jeremy had half a mind to throw his phone across the shed. He had come close to doing that, but he was reminded that he was not to lose his phone, fearing that losing the phone would spell the end of him. He was not going to throw his life away until he knew for certain that Margo was safeâ€¦ â€œWell someone is bloody sadistic,â€ he snorted before shoving the phone back in his pocket again. â€œJust wait until I get my hands on him, heâ€™ll get a piece of my mind.â€ His blood was boiling again, needless to say. He remained against the wall. He kept his head tilted back slightly resting against the wall, eyes closed and breathing steady to keep a level head. It was just a message right? But why did he feel like it was more of a warning?