Malcolm looked at Nikki with relief and gratitude. [color=9e0b0f]"Thank you my dear. You are God's blessing to me. A chance to bathe away this filth would be beyond anything I could ask for. I greatly appreciate your hospitality. I will not take advantage for long. Just enough to rest and then I must search for my party. I have to know if any of them are still alive. You understand that, don't you?"[/color] he asked, knowing already from five minutes with Nikki that if any of her group were lost she would go and find them.

His head snapped up when a certain name was mentioned. [color=9e0b0f]"Katherine... You know a Katherine Monroe? No... it can't possibly be... God is not so gracious... But what if... oh Lord what if it is her?!"[/color] Malcolm covered his face in his hands, tears coming to his eyes. [color=9e0b0f]"Before the world went to Hell I was searching for a Katherine Monroe. My daughter... my only child..."[/color] he pulled a battered photo from his pocket to show : a teenage Katherine standing next to a birthday cake smiling. [color=9e0b0f]"Several years ago we had a disagreement that turned into a full on argument. I'm ashamed to say I beat her in anger. I have never regretted something as much as I regret that. I would cut off my own hand if it would take the action back. She ran away, rightly scared of me. I have been searching to tell her I'm so sorry, to beg for her forgiveness. I love my little Kitty so much. I was terrified I had lost her forever to the walking dead. Tell me, please, do you know this girl?"[/color]