"Finally put him to sleep, eh?" She smiled, already knowing her answer as the baby's crying had stopped long ago. "Were you able to rest at all?"

"No, I pretty much stayed up all night. Brandon was too fussy to even sit down. I think it's that rash."

Sharon poured herself and Lisa a cup of water, the two leaned on the tiled counter top, both exhausted.

"I was thinking about going back to the crash, last night." Sharon said, gauging Lisa's reaction to the statement as she continued. "We didn't have a lot of time to look when we found him, maybe we can find something else?"

"And what about the lurkers?" Lisa asked, eyebrows up in worry. "You would have to go alone, we can't leave Brandon in the basement."

"It's just a few blocks away. If there are too many lurkers then I can turn back."

Lisa sighed, running a hand through her already messy black hair. "I don't want to risk your life just for some baby food and memento's that might not even be there."

Sharon nodded, eyeing the small pile of baby food they had left. A handful of jars and the two packets of powdered formula. Enough for a few weeks if he eats light, which is a struggle when food seems to be the only thing to calm him down. They had considered giving the baby mashed 'grown up' food, the lack of power and tools to turn their food to mush made it too difficult.

"How about this." Lisa said, bringing Sharon out of her thoughts. "You take a nap downstairs and I'll take Brandon up here while I keep watch. When you wake up you can go, but if you aren't back in an hour I'll take our car to come get you. Deal?"

Sharon hummed. The walk all the way to the crashed car would take twenty minutes at least, she hadn't really pinpointed exactly where the totaled car is so finding it would cost her more time. Though the fact that Lisa would let Sharon leave solely for curiosity made her happy.

Sharon smiled, leaning to meet only inches away from Lisa's face. "Deal."

Lisa leaned closer and they sealed their deal with a kiss. They paused as a low whining traveled up through the floor.

The women lightly chuckled. Sharon quickly drank her water as Lisa disappeared down the stairs, returning with the little boy in her arms and clinging to her shirt.

"I just hope the car has something for the rash, I don't know how long we can keep up these all nighters." Lisa said, speaking in a silly voice to keep Brandon entertained, when he giggled she continued. "Yeah! These all nighters are driving me crazy! Crazier than I am without my medication!"

"Lisa." Sharon warned, Lisa dropped the silly mannerisms. "Have you started weening yourself yet?"

Lisa nodded. With that Sharon approached the two, Brandon felt comfortably squished as the women met again for a parting kiss, reaching out his tiny digits as Sharon walked away from the embrace.

Downstairs Sharon changed out of her jeans into her pajama's, wrapping herself up in the blankets and falling to the bed.

Then Sharon smelled the smoke, the crackling of wood, something sizzled. In the blink of an eye she was on two feet. Everything around her burned, fire traveled up the walls and surrounded her.

The sweat dripped off her brow as she centered herself in the room, coughing up black tar that dribbled down her chin and smearing in her hands.

Somewhere she could hear Lisa calling out to her, screaming for help, screaming for Sharon, screaming in pain. No matter where Sharon turned she could only see fire, entrapped in a box surrounded by flames yet Lisa sounded crystal clear.

Brandon started squirming in her arms, she couldn't remember when she picked him up. She could hear the surrounding walkers, she could feel them clawing at the baby, she could feel the glass cutting her hand, she could feel everything.

"Sharon?"

Sharon shot up with her pajamas and hair clinging to her skin. The sweat dripped from her head.

No blood.

No screaming.

No burns.

Damn nightmares.

"Uh- Are you in here?" Ben side-stepped inside, shivering in his jacket before he even caught sight of her, Sharon would have seen him shake if she was looking. "Sorry. I knocked but you didn't answer."

The heat came in waves, Sharon flung the blankets off quickly and scooted away from the wet spot on the bed.

She used the back of her hand to wipe away the sweat. If it were any other person at her door she would have told them to come back later, though since Ben had gathered the courage to wake her up after she had night shift meant he needed something.

"What do you need?"

He scratched the back his head and looked out the door, slowly closing it behind him when he saw no one could be close enough to listen in. He gave Sharon some privacy by staying put as she disappeared into her bathroom. "I- I uh... I need something to give to the bandits."

Sharon turned the water on as high as the knobs would turn, only a slight trickle came out of the faucet. "Of course..."

"What?"

Sharon sighed, attempting to gather as much water as she could in cupped hands. "I'm running out of supplies, Ben. They wanted three bottles for this morning, I only have two left and it's vitamins."

"I know. . ."

"Where's Lilly?" Sharon asked, bringing the small puddle of water to her face. "Is she on watch?"

"No, she won't leave her room." He gripped his arm tight and brought his shoulders up. "I think Lilly is on to us."

Sharon paused, holding her breath as her face remained submerged in the handful of water. She waited for Ben to say more, when he stayed silent she let the water splash into the sink and took a breath. "We talked about this."

"I know, but it doesn't make me feel better to just throw you under the bus when I'm the one who deserves it." Ben shrugged. "She was screaming a little bit ago, she knows we're going through her stash."

Sharon stepped out of the bathroom, un-surprised that Ben had planted his feet at the front door. "She knows that we are doing it, or that someone is doing it?"

"I don't know but she has Lee asking everyone who broke the flashlight. I know you cracked it but I'm the one who shattered it, I should take the blame for that at least."

Sharon wanted to roll her eyes. "I'm also the one sneaking out every other night looking for supplies."

Ben groaned, snapping his hands to his head. "We're so screwed, we're so-"

"BEN." Sharon turned away and quickly brought her hand to her mouth, roughly wiping away the water she hadn't been able to dry off. "I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk about this right now."

Ben slowly dropped his hands.

She turned to face him again. "Did you put out a bag today?"

Ben nodded. "I-I need something for tonight."

"Okay, I'll have it ready."

Ben stayed frozen in the spot, he started a lot of words but couldn't end it. Sharon almost wanted to tell him to spit it out but she can guess what he's trying to say.

"I will be okay on my own." She said, trying hard to not sound like she's pleading with him. "If Lilly kicks me out or if Kenny decides to leave before that, I'll be going to Savannah either way. Okay?"

Ben looked away, mouth shut. He shook his head, he obviously wanted to say more but he knew Sharon would shoot him down.

She repeated herself, this time in a calming voice. "Okay?"

He turned away, hand on the door handle. "Sure."

After a few minutes of privacy now that Ben left the room Sharon got dressed and ready for the day.

Ben has been getting unbearable to Sharon, nobody else had to deal with him as he bottled up everything and would only tell it to her, though she understood that he couldn't confide in anyone else about the bandit deal. His consistent anxiety attacks make it hard enough for her to handle the day.

Not to mention how unwilling he is to let her sacrifice her position in the group for his sake. It's the same argument every day, she hoped they could meet in the middle some how but he refuses any suggestion she comes up with.

Some nights- while she's pilfering through abandon houses for supplies- she wants to sleep in the disheveled beds she finds and try her luck being on her own, to take a rest and force herself to leave the group. She wants to pack as much food as she can find and leave, find another city to scavenge from and go to Savannah alone.

Then Ben pops into her mind, terrified of being on his own without help. He wouldn't last a day without Sharon getting supplies for him, it would be so easy for Lilly to catch him with his hands in the supplies and then it would be over, no more waiting.

For now Sharon bides her time with chores and night runs, waiting for that moment when one of them gets too clumsy and 'accidentally' let's everyone know that the bandit's are at their throats. That way she wouldn't have to convince Ben every single night to leave her behind.

"That's not an excuse to treat him like that." Sharon said to herself, inspecting a red bump on her cheek.

Sharon is almost the most patient person she knows, which is a bold statement as she used to know everyone who frequented her local church. She's better than this, she can be more patient with him. Ben is scared, he's terrified, and he's constantly feeling guilty.

"Crap." She locked eyes with her reflection. "I should apologize. . ." Beat. "After my shift."

Out of the comfort of her spare pajamas and a private space Sharon left her room, the jeans are uncomfortable but the sight of the mid fall day wasn't, so many pretty colors that contrasted with her dark and gloomy room.

From where she stood she could see Ben and Travis both on watch, she could see no one else aside from two figures on her left.

Then she heard a male voice. "I'm going to look into this thing."

Carley looked past Lee, the first to spot Sharon emerging from her room. Lee turned and followed Carley's eyes.

"Good evening." Lee greeted, nodding at her from a few feet away.

Carley waved lightly, returning to her position of leaning on the railing once Sharon waved back.

"Just remember what I said." Carley whispered, returning he attention back to the road as Lee walked away.

When he reached Sharon's side her stopped. "Hey, mind if I talk to you for a second?"

Sharon eyed the big yellow flashlight in his left hand, the same that she had brought with her to the Dairy, the same that Ben had shattered only a few feet from his own bedroom door.

This means Lilly is paranoid enough to look through their garbage dump behind the inn, even Sharon couldn't handle the smell of rotten food and corpses that wouldn't burn anymore.

Lee noticed her look and held it up. "Do you know anything about this?"

"Well, it's a flashlight, for starters." Sharon said. "It's a divers flashlight."

"What?" Lee looked at it closer, perhaps looking for a sticker that said 'made for divers.' "How do you know that?"

"My girlfriend's dad used to dive, had one just like it." Sharon shrugged. "But. . . that one is broken."

"Yeah, it is." He lowered his hand, keeping the object in Sharon's view.

Sharon sighed, glancing to Ben for only a second to see if he was looking. He was. Ben whipped his head around to face Travis once he locked eyes with Sharon.

She thought about how Ben wanted to take the blame, to let him have this one so not everything will be placed on her.

"I did it."

Lee was taken aback by the sudden confession, one he didn't expect coming from her. "You did?" He crossed his arms, unknowingly waving the flashlight in her view. "Why'd you hide it?"

"I hid it because. . ."

She didn't know what to say, it felt too early to talk about the deal with the bandits now that they haven't been attacking them anymore, but nothing felt right on her tongue.

Sharon looked for any visual cues that could help her come up with a good lie, her eyes landed on Kat and Kenny sitting on the couch downstairs, both facing away from the deck Lee and Sharon stood on.

"Kenny."

"What?"

"I didn't want him to find out about it." Sharon sighed. "Ever since I got shot he's been treating me like a child, if he knows I broke something he'd flip out."

"So instead, Lilly flips out." He shook his head. "She's having me looking around for clues to missing supplies now, did you know about that?"

Sharon's stomach churned. "Ben told me."

He dropped his arms, setting the flashlight on the railing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think she'd freak out about it."

Lee stayed silent.

"Game night isn't cancelled now, is it?" Sharon asked, Lee dropped his shoulders. "Clementine pretty much begged to have a girls night and I really don't want to break a pinky swear over this."

Lee smirked only slightly. "Okay, girls night isn't cancelled, but I will have to let Lilly know about this."

"I understand." Sharon smiled.

"I'll uh- I'll give you a few minutes before I tell her."

"Thanks. Is there anything else Lilly has you searching for, or can I go work on the fence before she starts yelling at me?"

Lee hesitated. "No, that's it."

"Okay." Sharon turned around quickly, eager to get away from the conversation.

As she reached the stairwell she turned to see Lee following shortly her.

"Actually. . ." He looked down, bowing his head as he thought of what to say. "There is something you need to know. . . about me."

"Um, okay?" Sharon turned away from the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"I'd rather you hear this from me and not from someone else, so you can get all the information first hand." Lee said, rehearsing the lines in his mind. "Three months ago, I was being sent to prison."

Sharon took a step back. "What?!" She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, what are you- you mean-"

"Sharon."

"You were sent away for something like tax evasion, right?" Sharon shook her head. "Jesus, you're looking after Clementine, you share a room with her."

Lee stayed silent, pressing his lips together tight as he listened to Sharon ramble.

"What for?" She asked, stopping herself from asking more questions so he could speak.

"I'm not proud of what I did, I need you to know that." He locked eyes with Sharon wishing he hadn't said anything, the last time he's seen her this scared was when Andy aimed a gun at Katjaa's head. "I. . . I killed a man."

Sharon stayed silent for a moment, feeling as if she physically ingested this information as her stomach did flops. "Lee, I. . ."

"He was-"

"I'm going to work on the fence." Sharon said, turning away from him, she could feel him staring at her. "I won't say anything to anyone, just please leave me alone."

Sharon didn't stay to see his hurt face, with every step she could feel his eyes on her back more and more. To further avoid him she quickly turned once she reached the landing and walked out of view, regretting it as she walked directly through Clementine's excited eyes.

"Hey, Sharon!" Clementine called, frowning when the young adult flinched. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Sharon took a deep breath. "Sorry, Clem. I need to work on the wall right now, okay?"

"Okay, but here!" Clementine reached under the pallet of wood and held out a sheet of stickers, half were already used. "Ben gave me these, I put it on my walkie."

Sharon carefully took the stickers though her eyes looked away, unknowingly looking away from the walkie-talkie. For Clementine's sake she pretended to be interested. "Thanks Clem, I don't know what I'll do with them, though."

"Hm." Clem looked down, smiling back up at Sharon. "Maybe put it on your crossbow? It looks kinda old."

Sharon nodded, carefully folding the sheet and sliding it into her pocket. "Okay, it's in the RV right now. I'll put these on later."

Clem wanted to say more, she could easily see that Sharon is distressed so she stayed silent. She raised an eyebrow and stared as the woman repeatedly wrung her hands.

In the corner of her eye Sharon spotted Lee descending from the stairs.

"I gotta go."

She ignored all eyes and easily found the last spot she was working at, a pile of disassembled furniture lay by her station of tools ready to be nailed to the wall.

And so she went to work, easily distracting herself with fortifying the wall. Find a place to put wood, nail, make sure it stays, find new wood, repeat.

The mundane task wasn't enough to distract her from thinking, as she hovered a nail over a board she could see her hand shaking, grunting as she missed the nail and hit her hand with the hammer.

She needs someone to bounce her thoughts off of.

Sharon could imagine Lisa on the other side of the wall, plain as day in clean clothes, never having missed a day of eating food. She could see the expensive fabric of her red blouse, the tiny silver chain around her neck, the wavy pattern of the heart-shaped stone that hung from the chain, her beautiful wavy black hair.

The image became real, standing with brown eyes on Sharon with a wide grin.

Lisa's eyebrows turned up, her head cocked to the side. "Sharon, are you okay?"

She didn't know how to answer that.

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

She would have scoffed. "That's not funny."

"It is to me." Lisa smiled, leaning on the fence where there was no barbed wire. "So what's wrong? What did Lee say?"

Sharon refused to respond. She isn't real, she isn't there, this isn't happening. Attention returned to the wood, inspecting spots to place it.

"Don't ignore me." Lisa said, Sharon could hear the smile in her voice. "Come on, what did Lee say that could get you so wound up?"

"If I tell you will you go away?" Sharon muttered, looking in the corner of her eyes to make sure no one close by could hear her.

"No, but it will make you feel better."

Sharon placed the wood on the fence and looked to where she could nail it. There's too much metal on the other side to nail it through, not here.

Lisa waited, a big smile on her face as Sharon pressed her lips together.

"Fine." Sharon rested the board on the ground, pretending to inspect it. "Lee just told me he killed someone."

"So?" Lisa dropped the smile. "With the lurkers around killing everyone you'd think that's the norm."

"You know what I mean." Sharon hissed, afraid to look up. "He was on his way to prison, which means the court ruled him guilty. A room of people agreed that he wasn't safe to be around."

Lisa hummed. "Okay, but think of this:" Sharon watched as Lisa hopped the fence a little too easy. "He's saved your life before."

Sharon picked up the wood and walked to the spot Lisa had jumped from. A perfect fit for her board.

"Lee pretty much saved everyone at the dairy, he's risked his life for this group, he's never been violent towards anybody in this group." Lisa paused. "Well, if you count yelling at Larry, but to be fair Larry was a prick."

"Lisa." Sharon turned to face her, locking eyes with the brown eyed woman. "He's dead, don't speak about him like that."

"I'm dead, so I'm allowed to, right?" Lisa walked to stay in Sharon's view as she turned away. "C'mon, Ronnie-"

"You're not dead."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'm alive and in Savannah waiting for you, now will you please take this seriously."

Sharon paused, kneeling down by her board and gesturing for Lisa to join her on the ground. Lisa obliged, sitting formally on her knees.

"Lee isn't a bad guy, you know that."

"Do I really?" Sharon asked, continuing before Lisa could quip. "He's a convicted killer, just because the government is a no-show doesn't mean we shouldn't follow the laws."

"You killed Brenda, does that mean everyone else should avoid you? Lock you up in your room?"

"That was in self defense- Lisa they drugged me."

Although she knew this figure isn't real, she could feel a warm hand on her shoulder, pressure on her skin, her heartbeat going wild.

"I remember." Lisa whispered. "I was there."

"We don't know if Lee killed that guy out of self defense or just because he felt like it."

"Well, he was going to say but you stopped him." Lisa smirked, rubbing her hand up and down the distraught woman's back. "Sharon, you remember when Larry would get on Lee's case every day?"

Sharon nodded.

"Not once did Lee try fighting him. Kenny's tried fighting Larry, but Lee has never raised a finger towards him."

A moment of silence as the only woman physically present debated in her mind, thinking of everything Lee has ever done, every time he's protected Clementine, every time he's risked himself for someone else, every chance he's had to do something wrong.

"So, you know what you gotta do now?" Lisa asked.

Sharon nodded. "I have to go apologies."

"Yup!" Sharon could feel herself moving as Lisa shook her, was she really moving or was it her mind tricking her?

"That makes, what, two people I have to apologise to?"

"Three." Lisa said. "Ben and Lee for how you acted, Lilly for breaking the flashlight."

"Right." Sharon sighed. "Don't forget, I have to apologise to Ben for the flashlight too, he wanted to take the blame."

"How's that gonna go?" Lisa cleared her throat, poorly mimicking Sharon's voice. "Howdy Ben, I sure am sorry for taking the blame, next time you break somethin' I'll be sure to blame you for it!"

Sharon giggled. "Why am I so southern?"

"It's the spoiled brat in me, all southerners are just hillbilly's who can't read, I can't help it."

"You've lived in a mansion for two years, has that already gotten to your head?"

"Two years have turned me into an old british lady." Lisa placed her hand over her heart and batted her eyelashes. "I have my painted portrait hanging in my dining room and one of the family over the mantle. Soon I'll have the help feed me caviar with a golden spoon!"

Sharon held her hand over her mouth to stop giggling, she couldn't imagine the same Lisa who used to volunteer at homeless shelters every weekend becoming so posh.

Sharon took her hammer and nail, quickly getting back to work before someone could see her giggling to herself.

"When I'm done with this, I'm going to go talk to Lee." Sharon said, using the hammering to mask the sound of her voice. "Will you come with me?"

Lisa didn't answer her, if she wasn't standing in Sharon's peripherals she would have thought Lisa had vanished.

"Please?" Sharon nearly dropped the nail. "Just stay for a little while longer." Silence. "Lisa, I miss you so much, please don't leave me again."

Sharon dropped her tools, turning to see an empty parking lot.

With a deep breath Sharon abandoned her station, getting halfway to the RV before spotting Duck at the opened gate, Lee emerged with a brown paper bag that made her frozen to her spot.

Duck ran off with a big smile on his face and Lee walked straight toward Lilly's room, he didn't look happy.

"Hey, Lee!" Sharon called, her heart racing as she had no idea what to tell him.

He stopped, turning his head but not his body.

"W-what uh- what time is it?"

He raised his brow and check his watch, unknowingly raising the paper bag. Sharon's breath hitched. "Two o'clock. Why, you got somewhere to be?"

"N-no." Sharon glanced up, Ben looked as pale as she felt. "I just- it's getting darker out quicker. Fall is coming sooner than I thought."

Lee gave her a look but didn't question her further, continuing his walk to Lilly's room.

The bandits agreed on 2 AM and 2 PM to pick up supplies, on the dot. They have been getting overly aggressive as of recent when it comes to negotiations but haven't made any moves yet, if they miss a package then that's the last straw. To quote, "if you miss one more fucking package we'll bust down your fucking doors and kill you."

All of her supplies are in the RV, as well as Kenny's, Katjaa's, and Lee's. Who cares if someone sees her do it, if she doesn't replace the bag NOW then the bandits will have all the motive to attack.

Sharon looked up once more, everything nerve flared at the sight of Ben and Travis standing, both of their guns raised at the treeline.

She didn't even see them jump the fence. One unmasked man stood at behind her before anyone could react, gun at the back of her head.

The man in the black ski-mask called out. "Everybody on the ground!"

Three more bandits jumped the gates with weapons pointed at anyone who posed a threat. The one with the gun at Sharon's head and pulled her closer to him, his whiskers brushing against her cheek.

"Nice to see you in the light, girly." He chuckled, the cold hard metal of the pressing against her right temple, along with the metal from his sunglasses on her left cheek. "Can't say the same about your friend there."

Sharon didn't dare turn her head, looking out the corner of her eye as Ben stepped off the ladder.

"Everyone over here, on your fucking knees!" The man with the sunglasses demanded.

The two with guns gathered anyone that wasn't already there to a clear spot in the lot, lining everyone up on the ground with hands on their heads. One stomped up the stairs to personally grab Carley.

The only two missing are Lilly and Lee.

"What do you want from us?" Katjaa cried out, her eyes shut tight.

"We want the supplies." A woman said.

"What fucking supplies? We hardly have anything left!" Kenny argued.

"OUR supplies, anything you have is ours now!"

"You ain't takin' our stuff!"

"THEN YOU DON'T FUCKING STEAL FROM US!"

Carley was the last to join the group.

"Whatever the fuck you guys want from us ain't here!" Kenny shouted.

"We want everything you own, so either start pointing fingers to where your stash is or we gonna have a problem." The woman in the purple jacket said, her voice calm and lacking any hint of mercy.

The man in the ski mask started to pace. "YOU MADE THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIVES!"

Ben's hyperventilating caught her eye, he looked around in a panic unable to keep his hands still from shaking. He could pass out if he can't control his breathing or worse he could try something stupid, which wouldn't be out of character for him.

"Ben." Sharon whispered, hoping he could hear her across Travis. "Calm down."

He didn't hear her, breathing heavy still and shaking, his eyes darted around, looking everywhere but to her. Then she looked to Travis, he stared at the ground with the same look in his eyes when he knew the Saint Johns were working for the same bandits that are holding guns to his head.

"Travis, calm him down!"

He looked from Ben to her, shaking his head. "What do you expect me to do?"

"I don't know, anyth-"

WHACK!

Sharon fell to the ground at the hit, rubbing the back of her head where the masked woman hit hit her.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The masked woman pulled Sharon back up to a sitting position by her jacket, momentarily choking her as she attempted to get back into position. Everyone got the hint and shut up.

"Enough of this bullshit." The masked man grumbled. "Drew, start putting your boot to these doors!"

The man with the shades, Drew, nodded and put his gun down for a second. He quickly stopped and aimed it back to Kenny's head.

"Hold it asshole!"

Everyone hesitated to look up, some didn't. Eyes wide when Lee started walking close with his hands up. "Take it easy..."

His eyes wandered to Clementine, he struggled to keep calm when he saw the gun at the back of her head. "W-we have more supplies, we can keep the deal going."

Ben gave Sharon the same confused yet terrified look she gave him. She tried to tell him that Lee doesn't know it's them responsible for this with only a shake of her head.

"Too late shithead!"

Her eyes wandered toward her bedroom door, someone's on the balcony.

"We ain't giving second chances!"

Her eyes shot down to the ground when Sharon saw who it is. Lilly with a rifle in her hands.

"It was a mix up! We'll make it worth your while!" Lee pleaded with them, making her wonder if he does know about their agreement after all. "What will it take to reach a deal?"

"'Bout twice as much as you been giving us!"

Sharon almost choked on her saliva, just at the thought of giving them six bottles of medicine in the morning made her world hazy.

Lee nodded. "You got it!" Six bottles and six cans a day. "Done!"

"Is that so?"

Sharon wanted to plead with both Lee and the bandit, to tell them that the city is running dry, there is no hope left in Macon.

"Well, I suppose we can hash out some terms then." He lowered his gun, everyone else but Drew followed suit.

"I don't like no hash!" Drew argued.

"Man, shut up or I'll-"

BANG!

"CHRIST!"

"OH SHIT!"

Everyone scattered, not waiting for the bandits gain their senses.

Gunshots echoed from every direction, no one had time to think, by the time Sharon reached her closest cover she realized how dumb her mistake was.

She's hiding behind the couch.

A rifle fired, the shot passing over Sharon, narrowly missing Ben, and through the window to to Lilly's room. Kenny ran out of the same room after seeing the curtains fly from the force of the bullet.

Rifle in his hands he pulled Lee away from view of the bandits and handed the weapon to him. "Cover our people and get them to the RV!"

Kenny slammed the door open without a second glance, cursing with every breath as he turned the keys, eyes darting from the dashboard to the fence.

When the bandits started jumping the fence he ducked down, unable to see the bandits use the same cover Sharon was using, unaware of her only inches away.

Lee, however, noticed this as he poked out of cover long enough to shoot back at the bandits, spotting Sharon covering her ears as guns were being shot directly above her.

With the aim that would make Carley proud Lee took out two of the bandits. Their masks made it easier for Lee to pull the trigger, the adrenaline stopped him from thinking about real people behind thin layers of cloth.

One bandit remained on the left side, gun inches above Sharon's head, still unaware of her presence as he pinned Lee down, waiting for movement to fire.

Lee couldn't shoot with the bandit constantly firing, and others in the treeline covering him.

Ben shook to his core, standing and breaking into a run if only for a second before Travis grabbed onto his shoulders and shoved him back down.

Another shot, Sharon watched as the gun above her recoiled and Travis stood with the same shocked expression she felt when they first met.

"Travis!"

The blood pooled from his shoulder.

Lee turned to shoot, hearing the shot before he squeezed the trigger, watching the bandit fall limp on the couch with his gun in Sharon's lap.

"Sharon, move!" Lee called, then looking to Carley, Travis, and Ben. "Now! Get over here!"

Carley took the gun from Sharon's hands when they got close. "Hey, are you hurt?" Carley looked her up and down, then to the bloodied teen still behind cover with Ben hovering over him. "Shit, just get Travis inside, I'll cover you!"

Blood coated Travis's back and seeped through his fingers, swatting Ben's hands away like an annoying fly. He only allowed Sharon to help as she moved his hands out of the way to look at the wound. She ignored his pained moans as he gripped it tight to stop the bleeding.

Sharon strained herself to be heard under the shouting, the RV struggling to turn over, and the gunfire. "Can you walk?"

"Fuck- I don't know!" He tried using his right hand on the ground to balance himself, once he applied pressure his arm faltered and collapsed. "How could you do ANYTHING when you got shot!?"

"Get over here!" Carley called, aimlessly shooting at the gates to keep the bandits at bay.

Ben grabbed Travis's good shoulder and tried to help his friend up, receiving rough jabs and curses.

"Let go of me!"

Sharon, with lack of time to deal with him being a brat over this, adjusted herself to essentially bear hug him and stand up, letting him go once he was on his feet.

He didn't waste time jogging inside with Ben attempting to look over him, when they got inside she looked in her backpack for the medical supplies she had left.

Sharon didn't waste time tending to Travis's shoulder, it bled profusely making her worry that something was terribly wrong. She managed to get him to take his jacket off, he didn't want to take off his shirt in front of everyone (what a time to be self-conscious) so she had to work around the shirt.

Travis downright refused to let Ben touch him, if Sharon needed help or if Ben just tried to help on his own Travis would freak out and slap Ben's hands away.

She needed help but no one around would be able to. Lilly, Lee, and Carley are still outside the RV, fighting back walkers and bandits so she couldn't ask them for assistance. Eventually she gave up on asking Ben for help and just had him hand her what she needed.

Finally Lee and Carley ran back inside, Carley is useless when it comes to fixing up injuries as she has a semi-weak stomach and Lee looked stressed enough already so Sharon stayed silent. The questions she wanted to asked ran through her head a mile a second but she stifled it with the blood on her hands and flesh between her fingers.

The RV lurched forward and Sharon had to pull her hands away from Travis's shoulder, her whole body reacting as he cried out in pain. Instead she held him steady as Kenny drove over everything in his path on the way out. Lilly jumped in at the last second as she slammed the door behind her.

Kenny floored it, driving through gates and driving sloppily as he took off, uncaring what we hit or how bumpy the ride was. When the ride stilled enough for her to return to her work she sat on the couch and threw her legs over Travis's lap, hoping that would stabilize him enough to keep him upright.

Just this morning Sharon wished that something would happen to get her out of the Inn and on the road.

She got her wish.