[h1]Conner Davis[/h1]

	Conner let himself stand getting to his feet in a matter of seconds.  People, something he used to experienced with now posed a threat to his safety, taking a moment to think about this he looked at the open door with the question on his mind.  Should he stick around or should he scatter?  Conner did something that had been natural to him since he was a toddler, he paced.  Taking quiet steps he darted his eyes around the yard mostly focusing on the sides making sure no walkers made their way back there.  This was an ideal spot his eyes moving over to the treehouse, not ideal this was an amazing place for a rest.  

	His fingers found their way through his now messy black hair as he groaned out to himself, [color=00aeef]"Conner get yourself together you idiot." [/color] His eyes closed for a brief moment allowing himself to feel safe for the fraction of a second before the shuffling of rotting feet caught his attention.  He opened his eyes gripped the knife he had been holding all this time tighter just standing in one spot, the thing could come to him.  His heart sank as an unlikely thing occurred.  The younger now deceased male coming towards him had once been his brother.  He cursed under his breath for a moment, sure his brother had never been nice to him once in his entrie life but he still didn't deserve this.  

	As the thing lunged forward he gripped it by the neck sending the knife into its skull and pulling it out watching the corpse drop to the floor.  Conner knew where he was now, he was in the town he once called home.  He looked back at each side of the house it seeming as if nothing had followed.  He knelt down next to the younger teenager fixing his body so he was just laying there before reaching down and checking his pockets.  Finding his wallet and opened it up looking at the driver's license Cameron Davis, at this moment it felt as if the world was playing some sick cruel joke on him.  

	No longer caring about the person inside he took a seat setting the knife next to him holding up that wallet. His other hand balled into a fist a river of tears began to fall down his face.  Cameron should've become an architect like he always talked about when they were younger.  His mind wandered on how this could've happened, his brother had always been the smart one.  He just sat keeping watch trying his best to see through the tears.