The noise of conversation stirred Nememiah. He opened his eyes - it was still night, that much was clear. Sitting up, he noticed a new figure standing amongst the group. He approached, cautiously at first, but judging by the others reactions to this man he was not a threat. He greeted the newcomer, and they exchanged names.
"A doctor eh? Can't tell you how relieved I am to have a proper medical proffesional with us! My knowledge of medecine is very basic. It'll be nice to have an experienced doctor to work with." Nememiah said, shaking Taylor's hand.
Looking around at the rest of the group, he noticed something was wrong. Some of them were looking over their shoulders, nervously, others had expressions of worry on their faces. He looked to Alfons, to see how the leader of the group was doing... but his eyes failed to find him amongst the crowd.
"Where's Alfons?" he asked, half knowing the answer already, but hoping he was wrong.