Rumlow had been to some of the worst place on Earth, and he had seen the vileness of humanity first hand. There were good things too, but often, the atrocities outweighed whatever was good in the minds of people. He had even assisted in some of those terrible pushes for another war here or there.

"I've had worse journeys, but bedding down is a good idea," he said as the light was turned off. He almost laughed at the idea that the Lord would send him anywhere but Hell; however, that was a discussion for another time.

"Night night," he said and rolled onto his back, taking his time to get used to his surroundings in the dark before he even attempted to close his eyes for sleep. By then, he was certain he would wake before any manner of attack on him.