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Thermo waited on the steps while Rhea went to the Senior Dorms. He decided that it would be best for him to stay there and deter any remaining zombies from coming upstairs and catching them by surprise while she looked for a weapon. Why did it seem like there was a limitless amount of these things anyway? He fought while listening to the communicator. When Rufus spoke and told them not to kill the zombies he didn't understand why he wanted them to refrain from killing them when that was how most of the team would have been able to handle them. JC had been either freezing them in place or impaling them with ice. He had even just created a spear of ice to help him with the job. Soon after Rufus spoke Max did as well revealing to the team that the twins had died.

It was at this moment that Thermo stopped in his tracks. It was his first day in charge of the team and he lost two members already. How could people respect him as a leader now? Why did he even care? He didn't even want to be a leader, but it started to feel so natural. Was his father right? Pain and death will only follow him. This was all his fault. It just had to be, didn't it? JC then felt an eerie presence of cold. It wasn't the normal cold that he was used to. It was much different. He couldn't see what was happening around him. He was blinded by the tears flowing from his eyes. He felt his body becoming numb and cold. What was going on? This wasn't his doing, was it? No... He could tell what was going on now. He was being drained... JC could feel himself growing weaker by the second. More zombies had arrived. He could end this right now. He could let them take him. End his eternal suffering right here and now.

No. That wasn't who he was. That wasn't Jeremiah Cooper and it certainly wasn't Thermo. He could feel the temperature started to rise around him. His ice spear melting right in his hands. The tears in his eyes were evaporating and clearing his eyes. He looked at his enemies with a look of pure death. He was their Undertaker. They were closer now and even some had been able to grab hold of him. That would be the last thing they were going to be able to do to him.

He closed his eyes for what seemed like a second and when he opened them there was a new ice age in the stairwell. The husks were frozen in place. If Rufus wanted them preserved then they'd be preserved. Soon afterwards Static came up to him and asked him what was going on. He didn't think that it took a genius to figure out the basics of what was going on. JC was silent for a moment before finally responding. "Zombies took over the city. Now they're attacking the Tower. We don't know anything else."

He turned to Rhea when she came down the stairs to him. She was covered in blood. He wasn't sure if all of it was hers or if some of it belonged to the zombies that she had to fight. When it came to combat maybe she wasn't useless. She had proved that to him today. She however wasn't convinced that she had a purpose. That if she wasn't able to save them what else was she good for her?

The next part may have been the most confusing part of it all. What JC was doing was so out of character that it seemed like a retcon. He made sure to avoid the katana in her hand and hugged her. He didn't care about her blood stained and tattered clothes. He didn't care that her blood was soaking his outfit now either. None of that mattered. "I'm sorry..." He started. "It's... all my fault. I left them... I'm no leader, but you are still a Titan. That doesn't change."

He finally removed himself from her body and turned to Static. "Take her downstairs and continue pushing the zombies outside. I'm ending this now. I'm going to the roof."

It was time for him to do something right today. He immediately started heading upstairs not stopping to respond to any words that they might have had.
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