Almost as soon as I arrived, my new home had been besieged by a faction of bandits, and the group was forced to leave by way of a caravan of cars and trucks. The Doctor, Emily, and Dmitri assigned me an RV along with another new arrival, which I have been driving non-stop for hours. The other guy took over the driving nearly a half an hour ago, but it appears as if we're coming up to civilization (if one could call anything that nowadays) soon. Still, the last place had seemed so secure. Yet.. It fell within minutes. Those raiders, they reminded me of the ones back in New York. Mindless and crazed, and without any sense of morality. Are they even human anymore? It makes me wonder which is worse, them, or the corpses.
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
Desmond Williams
The gunshot rang out next to Jack, temporarily deafening him, but when he came to after a matter of seconds he felt as if it had been him who had been shot. Spinning around to see first the dead bandit, then Claire with her gun raised, he instantly connected two and two. Jack closed his eyes, and ran a hand through his hair. The man was no threat to them. His wound wasn't fatal, and he could have lived. He was a stranger, though, and more than anything Jack was worried about Claire. Again he turned to face her, speaking calmly and steadily as, with the gentle sternness of a parent, he slowly removed the gun from her hand.
"He didn't have to die. To kill is a necessity now, and you should always put your survival over a stranger's. But there is a fine line between humanity and the walking dead," he paused, hoping some of this would sink in. "We don't have the luxury of judging others, only to survive. And his existence did not threaten our survival. I'm not angry, so don't dwell on this.. Just learn from it."
With that, he slid both his shotgun and the pistol out into the open, standing with his hands raised. He motioned for Claire not to stand until he gave the O.K., knowing that she still had her throwing knives ready.
"Now you," he called to the strangers, his mind ready for anything about to be thrown at him, even though he hadn't the faintest idea what that would be.
