[b]Heather - building - Cannibals, Hank, Floyd, Seth[/b]

Heather couldn't help the scream that tore from her throat when she was kicked. She coughed, tasting blood and bile in her mouth. The pain increased along with the panic as she was held down, her shirt ripped off. Tears of humilation poured down her face as she was fondled and gawked at. When she tried to fight she was kicked again. It would be a miracle if she came out of this without bruised ribs or other internal injuries. 

Her eyes snapped open when she heard Hank yell for them to stop. She saw them beating him. "Stop!" she screamed at them. "Stop it!"
Even as two of them beat Hank the other two were focusing on her. Heather squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to believe this was happening. She was about to be raped by two psychos while listening to the sounds of Hank being beaten in the background. She heard Hank yell again just as a shot went off. The pervert assaulting her vanished along with the weight of the man holding her down. Heather opened her eyes in time to see one of the men get shot, blood spraying everywhere. As the other ran Heather struggled to cover herself. Her shirt was in tatters so it was useless.
She felt someone loom over her and flinched away, only to realize it was Floyd. He handed her his jacket and she took it gratefully. As she put it on she realized her hands were shaking. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
No. She was stronger then this. This was nothing. She had been saved so there was no reason to cry now. She would just stand up, shake it off and move on.

That resolve lasted about two seconds. As soon as Hank approached her, reaching out his hand to help her up, she lost it.
With a strangled cry she threw her arms around him, burying her face into his chest so he wouldn't see her cry. Heather shook violently. He had been hurt because he had tried to help her. She had been touched and molested, nearly raped in front of him. It killed her that he had seen her so weak and helpless, just as much as she was certain it had killed him to have been unable to help her. She wanted to tell him she wasn't angry at him, that it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't seem to get the words out. She could only hope that her actions showed him how she felt.

Even though the perverted monsters were dead she could still feel them on her, could feel them holding her down, feel their hands on her skin, their eyes raking over her exposed flesh. It made her skin crawl and she felt dirty.
She wished Floyd and Seth weren't here. Although she was grateful for the help, she didn't know how she would face them now. She was humiliated at what they had seen. She wanted to be somewhere safe and quiet, but it was still storming outside. They couldn't go back yet.
"Please," she gasped out to Hank, her throat sore from trying to control her emotions. "I need to get out of this room. I can't... be in here anymore. Please."
Even if they couldn't leave, she desperately wanted out of this nightmarish room.

As they left the room and went further into the building Heather stayed as close to Hank as possible. She glanced at Seth, then looked away at what she saw in his face. There was concern and pity, but also the look of a young man who had seen a woman's breasts for the first time. She knew he couldn't help it, but she didn't appreciate it at the same time.
Floyd on the other hand acted like he hadn't seen a thing. He wouldn't even glance her way. She wondered if he had experience with this sort of thing, knowing that she wouldn't want anyone looking at her for a while.
"Floyd?" she managed to get out before she could change her mind. "Thank you..."

[b]Jessalyn - Storm - Abram[/b]

The storm came up so fast. First the clouds had come, then the wind, then suddenly the heavens opened and a torrential downpour descended on them.
"Abram!" she called, trying to cover Ben as much as possible. "We have to get out of this!"
A storm like this with a baby was enough to get him sick and they had no medical supplies to use on a sick baby. And if she got sick would she still be able to produce milk for him? She didn't want to find out.

Abram managed to find a crashed school bus not far from them. Some of the seats had been taken but there were still enough for Jess to sit down and cuddle Ben to her. Abram also pulled out an extra shirt from his backpack for her to dry the baby off with.

The thunder and lightning and pounding rain combined into too much noise and stimulation for the baby and he started to cry.
"Shh... shh..." Jess cooed, trying to calm him down. "Mommy is here... shh... you're alright..."
Nope, he wasn't buying it. Nothing was okay from his tiny standpoint. There was too much noise and flashes of light. He didn't understand it and wanted it to stop.

Not sure what to do, Jessalyn looked at Abram. "Maybe if I feed him he'll stop," she said apologetically. "Could you... please... not look for a bit?" she asked, blushing a bit.
When he turned his back she lifted her shirt enough for Ben to start nursing. She felt bad for Abram. This was embarressing for her, but she imagined it was far more so for him. It also put more on him as they traveled. She could provide the food for Ben, but only if she herself was supplied with food by Abram, who also had to provide for himself to stay strong enough to provide for her so she could provide for Ben.
Jessalyn felt ashamed for her earlier behavior and feelings of annoyance at Abram for insisting on coming with her to find Floyd. Really she wouldn't have lasted long out here without him. Once they found Floyd, she wondered if he would stay with them or move on by himself. 

Ben ate until he was full and she burped him. Even after it was okay for Abram to look again he contiued to keep watch, for walkers or other threats.