Evey yawned as she walked toward Harrington's room. She had checked on him a few hours ago, and the sun was rising. She could see throughout the house without bumping into walls or furniture.

She had woken up with her head on Ford's chest. His heartbeat was the first thing she heard. She had gotten off the bed without waking him.

Evey tapped her knuckles on the door before nudging it open. Harrington was lying on the bed. His eyes were closed, and she assumed that he was still sleeping. Evey smiled, glad that he was comfortable enough to rest.

She blew the candle out before noticing something odd. His breathing had been shallow, but his chest did not rise and fall with each breath. His body was still. Evey put two fingers to his neck to feel no pulse.

She swore. She was sure that she could save his life.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. When she opened her eyes, she furrowed her brows. Drops of blood were on the white pillowcase. It was on the opposite side of his amputation. The crimson was above his head. Evey examined the side of Harrington's face to see no wounds.

Evey's eyes scanned down Harrington's body. Blood was caked under his fingernails. He had been scratching something, but his body had no scrapes. It had to have come from someone else.

Her heart sunk into her chest when it hit her.

Gomez had murdered Harrington.

She balled up her fists and hurried out of the room. Ford was standing in the doorway of the bedroom they were sleeping in. He was rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

"I'm going to kill him!" Evey shouted.

Ford raised a brow. He tried to keep up with Evey as she rushed out of the house. Gomez was standing in the street talking to Johnson and Connar. He glanced up at Evey as she charged forward.

"What-?" he asked.

He was cut off when Evey swung and hit Gomez in the face. His head turned to the side. Blood gushed from his nose. She brought her knee up and hit him in the stomach. She swung her hand again, but someone grabbed her elbow.

She expected it to be Ford, but she turned to see that it was Johnson. She fought against his hold, but he wrapped his arm around her. She screamed and thrashed in his grip. Ford had his arms crossed over his chest. He had a hint of a smirk.

"I'm going to kill you!" Evey screamed.

Gomez's hands were covering his face. He held onto his nose, and blood was dripping past his fingers.

"What the hell did I do?" Gomez asked.

"You killed Harrington!" she screamed. "You're a fucking coward!"

"I didn't do shit."

Johnson had a crushing grip on Evey's wrists. She tried to shake him off. Johnson sighed.

"Harrington is dead?" he asked.

"Yes, because Gomez murdered him!" Evey shouted.

"Why do you think that I killed him?" Gomez asked.

Evey's eyes fell on Gomez's arm. Scratches ran down his skin. A few had oozed blood and were dried on his skin. They were marks from Harrington trying to fight for his life, which angered her more.

"I don't know what happened," Evey said. "But I know that you killed him. You're covered in scratches, and Harrington has blood under his nails."

Evey threw her elbow back and hit Johnson in the stomach. His grip loosened for a moment, and Evey took the opportunity to rip herself free. Her hands grazed her thighs, and she cursed herself for not bringing any weapons. She was so caught up in her rage that she was not thinking straight. She swung her fist again, but he turned, and she hit his shoulder. She threw punches at Gomez, and he tried to deflect them.

Two hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. She tried to push them off, but the person curled their fingers into her flesh.

"Let go of me, Johnson," Evey said as she struggled.

"It's me," Ford said.

Evey looked up at Ford. He still had a smirk on his usually stern face. Her heart pounded, knowing that he was the one touching her. She wanted to bury her face into his neck and cry about Harrington, but she did not want to look weak in front of Gomez. More importantly, she wanted to kill Gomez.

"Evey, you're killing no one," Johnson said.

"Fine." She let out a huff of breath. "Then Gomez stays behind."

Gomez's eyes went wide.

"What?" he asked. "You can't be serious!"

"You're a fucking murderer," she said. "Who knows who you will kill next? Josie and Joey are not safe around you."

Evey had spent so much time worried that Ford would harm the twins. Meanwhile, Gomez was the killer.

"I'm not going to touch those kids," Gomez said. "If anyone needs to worry about being murdered, it's you."

Evey's jaw dropped in horror. Ford pulled her back and shoved her behind him. The smirk went away and changed to a scowl.

"What did you just say?" Ford asked.

"I told your little girlfriend that she may get killed," Gomez said.

"So you're going to kill us all?" Connar asked. "I vote the murderer stays behind."

Gomez let out a growl. He wiped the blood away from his nose with the back of his hand.

"I can't believe you are all believing that bitch," he said. "I didn't kill anyone!"

Fiona and Anjo came out of their home. They stayed on the porch and watched the fight. Evey prayed that the twins did not hear the commotion and come outside. Hopefully, they were still asleep.

"Harrington died because Everett did a shit job cutting off his arm," Gomez said.

"That's why your arm is scratched?" Evey asked. "And Harrington has blood under his nails. You killed him. Stop lying!"

Gomez knew he was losing the argument. He lunged forward toward Evey. Ford blocked him and pushed him back. Gomez pulled his gun out and aimed it toward Ford and Evey. Ford had not grabbed his weapons before chasing Evey outside. Ford did not react to the gun, but Evey's eyes went wide, and she froze.

Was this how she was going to die? Was Gomez going to murder them on the street? She was so worried about being eaten that she did not think she would die from gunfire.

"Put the gun away," Johnson said.

"No," Gomez said. "I'm tired of dealing with her shit."

"Evey and Ford are critical to the group," Johnson said. "No one is dying."

"Their little romance is toxic to the group. Everett will get knocked up, and then we're stuck with a pregnant woman."

"They are not doing anything."

"Then why were they in bed together last night?"

Nausea hit Evey hard, and she thought she would vomit. Gomez saw them when he snuck into the house to kill Harrington. Evey did not even think that he would have seen them in the dark house. She was stupid for not realizing Gomez would have been suspicious when he did not see Ford sleeping on the couch.

"Does that matter?" Ford asked.

His voice was cold. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow. Evey was shaking with fear, but Ford treated the gun like it was not a weapon pointed at them.

"How did you see them in bed together?" Johnson asked.

Gomez bit down on his lip to stop himself from swearing. He gave himself away. In his rage, he was not thinking straight. He lowered the gun.

Evey let go of a deep breath as the tension left her muscles. Fiona, Anjo, Connar, and Roger were all watching them. What were they going to think about Evey's relationship with Ford? It wasn't like they were a couple. All they did was exchange a few kisses and sleep in the same bed for a couple of nights.

"Why did you kill Harrington?" Johnson asked.

"He was bitten," Gomez said. "He was going to become Infected. I saved the group."

"Thyestean does not spread that way. You know that."

Gomez let out a huff of breath and rolled his eyes.

"We know nothing about this stupid Virus," he said. "He could have killed all of us."

Johnson ran his fingers through his hair. Gomez still had his gun in his hand, but it was pointed at the ground. Johnson ripped it out of his hand and switched on the safety.

"No weapons," Johnson said. "You won't be on watch during the night anymore."

"No weapons?" Gomez asked. "How am I supposed to stay alive if I can't kill the Infected."

"Ford, Evey, and I can kill them," Johnson said. "If you want a weapon so bad, you are staying behind.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me? Everett will get to keep a gun, and I can't? Good thing I am not scared. Her aim is terrible."

Evey jumped when something grabbed her hand. She looked down to see that it was Josie. Her thumb was in her mouth, and Chester was clutched to her chest. Her blonde hair was a mess, and she wore the pajamas that Evey had found last night.

"Evey, I'm hungry," Josie said.

Evey did not want her to witness the fighting. She bent down and picked Josie up. She carried her over to the house and was sneaking glances over her shoulder to see Ford watching her.

She did not understand their relationship. Only a few days ago, they were at each other's throats. Now, they were sleeping in the same bed. Her lips tingled when she remembered their kisses. They transitioned to something new without her realization.