Jake stands and looks back at the house, then at the bunker door. High in the sky, a blazing ball of light burns the surface of the planet. Oh, what was it the Prophet called that thing? Oh, right. The sun. When the sun was overhead, it meant it was noon. Midday.<br/><br/>Watching Amber, a usually strong-willed, headstrong woman, crack like that hurt Jake. He liked Amber, hell, he'd flirted with her on occasion, but never thought more then that of it. But they were really up shit creek right now, and they needed a leader.<br/><br/>"Amber... I need you to listen to me for a moment. We can sit here and feel sorry for ourselves all we want, but all that will accomplish is hurry us to our deaths. We can't go back to the bunker, we need to accept that and try to carve out a living up here..."<br/><br/>"That house right now, it's our best chance. We need to suck up our fears and reservations, and make a frontal charge on that house, and claim it. Otherwise, we're dead." He put a hand gently on her shoulder. "And we need a leader. Someone who's strong in the face of adversity. We need you to be that leader."