[b]Bex - Outside Haywood[/b]

He shivered at the sight of Hex's dying body. The man got what he deserved, but it didn't change the fact that none of this was right. Bex couldn't shake the fact that his inaction had caused all of this misery to begin with. He had refrained from shooting Tyler back in the catacombs for some vague chance that the man would be different from then on, but that had been little more than the thoughts of a coward.

"Wait," he said, stopping Emma. He was finding it hard to speak, so he pointed down the hall. "Can't leave Katie." He swallowed hoarsely and made his way down the hall with Emma's help. They turned the corner to find the little girl sitting against the wall, her head buried in her knees. "Have to get away from all of this. Both of you."

As Bex reached forward to take Katie's arm, a man's voice erupted from further down the hall. "Don't touch her," it commanded. The coward in Bex winced and he stopped inches away from Katie. He looked up to find Tyler at the end of the hall, his gun pointed at Bex.

"Everyone's stopping by," Bex said slightly deliriously. His vision was already starting to blur. It felt almost familiar, strangely like he had taken a few two many beers.

Tyler took a few steps forward and Bex got a better look at him. The man's face was fixed into a menacing glare, but tears were forming around his eyes. "I know what you think of me," he said. "Bex, I'm not a monster. I just wanted things to go back to [i]normal[/i]. We're all just a bunch of awful ungrateful people still stuck in the old world. I'm no different, but I thought... I thought a new generation would--" The man shook his head. "No!" His voice now had an edge to it, his anger clearly rising. "That's over now. It's all over. I wanted to kill you as I ran here, but now I see you're just a mess. You look like Brad, before I killed him. I didn't want to kill him, and I don't want to kill you now either. Besides, I guess you don't have much longer anyway."

Bex licked his lips and tried to keep focus. Tyler was speaking a lot, too much for Bex to mull over. "I just want my daughter," Tyler continued. "Then we'll leave together and never come back. We'll get out of this godforsaken city."

Bex closed his eyes and fell into a crouch. He tried to look up at Tyler, but his head was drooping beyond his control. "But, Lauren," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just, what Lauren wanted..." Bex's tears began to run down his face and drip on to the floor. "Emma, I'm sorry."