When he came out to the mess hall, the big, burly man glanced around warily.
His searching gaze, holding the deepest suspicions of a man doubting his situation, gave him the look of a remorseless criminal.
Reminiscent of a carnivore engaged in the animalistic ritual of hunt, he circled the room, stopping halfway through by the buffet table.
Even as he took a bun and carelessly placed it on the plate, his gaze remained on his fellow cast members who were busy enjoying breakfast.
He went around the table, collecting meats and dairy items. The man didn't prefer veggies.
He took a seat by the third window, where no one else could disturb him.
One may think this solitude was sacred to him, that it was not to be disturbed. But in this environment, he found the opposite to be true.
It was isolating, like this little fort in the middle of nowhere.
Why had he left those three in the infirmary earlier?
