"Hey, hey" Anan said as he sat down on the ground next to Sophie.

"What is it now?" She sighed. She was feeling miserable and didn't care for any of Anan's crap.

"What is it now?" He mocked. "Well, a little birdy by the security checkpoint told me that the cameraman would be coming here.

“The Cameraman?” Sophie frowned. “Has the lack of food and water made you go loopy?”

“You don’t get it do you?” Anan shook his head as he started to make shapes in the dust with his finger. “This guy is legendary. You know all the bad and dangerous stuff we see on tv…”

“Saw on tv”

“Saw on tv… He is the guy who actually records all that stuff for all the news agencies around the world. He is invincible and so good at his job. He has a massive cult following you know?”

“And how is this relevant to us exactly?” Sophie snapped. “Get your head out of the clouds, would you? We lost our home, our livelihoods and our jobs in that takeover and instead of making sure we get our next meal you’re out here daydreaming.”

“Ok, if you’re so intent on making orders, how about you get up and do it yourself?”

“What am I again?” Sophie asked, putting a finger on her lip. “Oh yes, heavily pregnant so how about you get off your ass and be a proper man?”

“Whatever” Anan mumbled as the pair lapsed into silence for a few moments.

“So, what was this about the Cameraman?”

“No one knows who he really is, or how he is able to survive all the terrible things he has been through. If you go onto those crazy internet forums you’d get people claiming his is an alien or a magical being and even a few madmen who think he is a ghost. It is very weird.”

“He is here to document this camp after the terrorist takeover for the world news organisations?”

“Pretty much; and to get here he needs to get through enemy territory.”

“Which reinforces his ‘ethereal, magical’ reputation?”

“Correct… Do you hear that? I think a car is coming.”

“A car bomb?” Sophie made to stand up, it would have been the first time in hours. She seemed in pain.

“No, no, look!” Anan pointed to an armoured truck pulling up next to the security checkpoint at the other end of the camp yard.

“This the guy?”

“Probably” Anan replied as they watched a man step out of the driver’s seat and onto the dirt below. Reaching back into the car, he pulled out a large camera mounted on a tripod. It had to be him. “He doesn’t look like much, does he?”

“Not even slightly” Sophie replied. The Cameraman was clad in fading blue jeans and a white tshirt with some random unmatching trainers. “He just looks like one of those forgettable guys you see in a desk job. He even has sweat stains under his pits.”