[b]Katie - Haywood - Lauren[/b]

Katie's smile, so sunny and excited, faded away.
Bull... gone...?
No... not Bull... he was too big, too strong... he was Bull...

"No," Katie said, shaking her head in denial. "No!" she screamed, stomping her foot in anger. "Bull didn't do anything bad! It's not fair! It's not fair!" she continued screaming and stomping her feet.

The rage of a small child was not a pretty sight.

"It's not fair!" she screamed again at the top of her lungs. Seeing a cup nearby Katie picked it up and threw it, breaking a window. She knew it was wrong to break things or to throw a tantrum, but she didn't care.
Had Emma known? Had she known about Bull being hurt? About them making him go away? Was Emma really her friend?

If only her daddy had been here none of this would have happened. Bull would still be here and everything would be fine.
Why did everything have to change? Why did everything have to be bad? Bad things were always happening. Why couldn't something good happen? Was she really such a bad, bad little girl that nothing good would ever happen to her again?

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[b]Jessalyn - Haywood - Dreams[/b]

[i]She couldn't see him.
Floyd? Floyd where are you?

Here.

Where? I can't see you?

Right here in front of you.

No you're not. I can't find you.

Just look. I'm right here.

I can't. I don't see you. Where are you?

You have to find me. I'm not going to make it easy on you.

Floyd!

It's getting late. You'd better find me soon.

Floyd wait! Wait![/i]

"Wait!" Jess cried as she jerked awake. She remembered where she was and fell back onto the bed, running her hand threw her hair.

Floyd. His voice had been so clear, like he was right beside her. But no matter how hard she looked, she hadn't been able to see him.
It was like now. She felt like he was so close, like she should be able to reach out and touch him.

Her baby kicked. She smiled faintly. "Don't worry, we'll find him. I promise. He'll be here to see you born."

A few minutes later came the scream of a child. Moments after that came the sound of breaking glass.
Jess jumped up and hurried out, terrfied that there was an attack going on. The horrors of Tyler's underground being overrun with walkers was still fresh in her mind.

She followed the noise, looking for the child who sounded like she was either going to cry her eyes out or scream herself hoarse before too long.

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[b]Heather - Camp - Aaliyah[/b]

Heather nodded at Aaliyah's decision. This was why they had become medical workers, to help people in need. Heather couldn't stand to see anyone or anything suffering, be it human, animal or walker.

Drawing out the appropriate amount in a syringe, she carefully set the nearly empty bottle aside. Cleaning a spot on his arm as best as she could, Heather tied a thick rubber band tight around his arm to get the vein to pop up. The guy had good veins, one came up quickly and stood in stark relief to the rest of his skin.

After giving him the shot she set the syringe aside to be boiled, the only means of sterilizing they had, and untied the band. She wished they had some kind of cold pack, but they would have to make due.

When Aaliyah said something about food Heather nodded absently, keeping an eye on their patient. Once she had left Heather got a cloth and dipped it in some water. Going slowly and carefully, she began to clean the man up a little. She was able to study him a bit as well in the process.

He was about as big as Hank, especially in the arms. He had long dirty blond hair and a beard of the same color. On the whole he looked like a biker and a brawler. Not exactly the kind of guy they wanted around camp.
But then again there was something to be said for a guy that could take care of himself. She just hoped he had been alone and hadn't been traveling with mean friends who would murder them all for their supplies.

The obvious solution was to wait until he woke and question him. Of course he could always lie, but lies had a way of falling to the truth given enough time. They had to be wary but they couldn't be heartless. This man needed help and that was what they would provide. Kind actions tended to come back on you.
The same could be said for cruel actions.

Heather continued wiping off his face and neck, moving slowly and gently. It didn't bother her at all. She had given plenty of sponge baths to patients and this was no different.
With effort she managed to get the man's shirt off.
"This is as far as I am going buddy," she told him, even though she knew it was unlikely he would respond if he hadn't already. "You'll just have to wash the rest of you once you wake up."
She bathed his arms and chest and, being a woman, admired the way he was built. Just because she was turning into a cold bitch, thanks to Hank, it didn't mean she was dead. She wondered absently if he had a girlfriend. Or maybe he was gay. But he didn't look like he was.