POV Sean

"Shit, walkers? Alright, you know what to do! Carlos; grab you Kuriki, and shotgun, and help me with the mail wall. Yuki; Go to left defense, with your throwing knives, machete, and 44. Darla; Go to right defense, with cross bow, and AK47. Ben, back defense with your Ka-Bar Prestillance, and your Mc Millian. Ruth, you run around and you throw around the ammo. EVERYONE GO!" I demanded orders, all of them responded with swift, and fast action, but had the distinct look of terror in their eyes. That's something we're going to have to fix.

"Sean, There are way to many, there is no way we can get all of these contained!" Carlos screamed.

"There are twenty at each wall at most. If we keep our goddamned heads on straight, we'll be fine, just like we always have been before." I snapped back, just as he plunged a fiery bullet directly into the walkers dead eyes, causing him to fall instantly, and slump to the ground, just to be tramped by the other walkers, desperately trying to get some food. This is fucking disgusting to look at.

I felt my stomach churn, as the hand of the undead was thrust into our barrier, only to grab the long locks of little Ruth that was re-loading Darla's cross bow. She let out the loudest blood curdling scream ever, sending the walkers into a frenzy, she was struggling her hardest to get away, with obvious no prevail. I took out my SOG, serrated knife, and made a swift motion, and down fell the zombie's arm. I took a second to look at the rotting hunk of flesh that landed at my feet. I keeled over, and picked it up.

"EVERYONE, GET TO THE MIDDLES, AND GRAB YOUR MASKS!!" I screamed as loud as I ever have before, as I suck a gas grenade into the hand, then threw it over the wall. Its wasn't two seconds after, everyone was gullied up, and wrapped with their masks, and there was a deep fog inside Ruth's, signaling she was crying. The walkers seemed attracted to it, then the gas went off. It sent a foggy haze over the entire base, and walkers dropped like flies. They were all dead, and a strong gust of wind sent away all of fog, but there were still chemicals in the air, so the masks would need to remain on all day.

"Sean, you are a SICK fucking man!" Carlos slapped me in the face with his words.

"Excuse me?" I asked, shooting daggers into his eyes soul, trying to shut him up, but he was more determined then what he came off to be. This surprised me, because usually he gives in really easily.

"You are a sick FUCK!! You almost got Ruth killed!!" He shouted taking his daughter into his hands, and holding her shaking body.

"How in the holy fuck did I almost get her killed, did I ask a fucking walker to grab her hair? I TOLD you! Keeping her hair long is a death sentence, yet you insisted on keeping it the way it is now. I am not to blame, its you! You are!" I yelled back. I'm not wrong.

"She is a fucking Seven Sean, you cant yell at me for this! She loves her hair!" He shouted, while holding her long locks. It pissed me off even more.

"And she is only going to be seven if you don't cut that damn hair! What if we weren't here to get her out of that, they would have pulled her back. If you keep fucking codling her, she wont make it! I'm sorry to say, but you cant treat her like a damn princess all of the time! You have no idea how fucking pissed off I get when you talk about her like that! She is apart of our team, and you need to make her into an efficient one!" I yelled. I know I may be getting over my head, but I'm serious about this, if he keeps treating her like a baby, hes never going to be able to hold her every again. I love kids, and I don't want to see this happen to Ruth.

"She is my daughter! You have no right to tell me how to raise her! Unlike you, I care for people's feelings, and don't want to instantly destroy them as soon as something goes wrong! You just want to syphon any innocence out of Ruth, you just want her to grow up, so she can be used for the team! All you care about is the team! Not individual people! What happened to when you had a channel?!" He was getting louder, and more ignorant.

"ONLY CARING ABOUT MYSELF?!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! IF I ONLY CARED ABOUT MYSELF, WOULD I HAVE LET YOU TWO IN IN THE FIRST PLACE?! WOULD I SACRIFISE MY SAFTY DAY IN AND DAY OUT TO SCAVENGE FOR SUPPLISE?! IF I ONLY CARED ABOUT MYSELF NON OF YOU WOULD BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW! IF I ONLY CARED ABOUT MYSELF I WOULDNT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT RUTH'S HAIR! BUT I DO FUCKING CARE! I care, you don't care about anyone other than Ruth, and yourself. Cut her fucking hair, or leave."

"Sean, don't say that," Ben's annoying voice rang in my ears like the knives that are piercing my heart. I reached into my boot, pulled out one of my throwing knifes, and stuck it to a tree about ten feet from his head. He shut up.

"Maybe I will." He groaned.

"Carlos, we need you in this group, and you need to be in this group. You cant leave over something so silly." Darla spoke up.

"I made it fine before I joined this damned group, I can make it now," His brown eyes were swimming with rage.

"Carlos, when we found you, Ruth was emaciated, and you were near a mental breakdown, there is no way you can make it again now, that Ruth is seven. Sean, apologize." Yuki talked in her honey smooth voice.

"I have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I am trying to protect Ruth, and Carlos, and I am treated with nothing but disrespect. Once he apologizes, I will forgive him." I said, clearly, but Cooley. Carlos didn't seem to appreciate this. He clenched his fists around the grasp of his shotgun, and put his finger on the trigger.

"Are you really going to shoot me over this?" I asked, with the sarcasm making my mask foggy.

He just stared at me, I think he was honestly considering it, instead of shooting me, he flipped his shotgun around, and aimed the butt of it at me, and took a hearty swing. I threw my hand up, and caught it, the kick of it kicked back at me, but I stopped it easily. I thought he was done, but his fast fist came from the left, hit my eye directly, breaking my mask, sending glass into my eye.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! IM TRYING TO KEEP YOU ALIVE!" I screamed, as I pulled some glass shards out of my face, not daring to touch the one in my eye. I was honestly so scared, the pain didn't even kick in. A tickly feeling started to crawl up my throat, and to my stomach, the gas was still really strong in the air. I threw up instantly.

"Holy shit." Carlos drew back, and hopefully realized how useless he is being.

"Sean!" Yuki called.

My feet started to carry me as hard as my heart was pounding. Within a minuet, I was thirty yards out of camp. I could hear the shrieks of Darla, Yuki, Ruth, and Ben calling for me, but I was too scared to turn around. I think this is the first time in two years I have been legitimately scared. I ended up by the rocky cliff side. The fact that there is a fucking piece of glass in my eye was starting to sink in. I cant see ANYTHING. I guarantee that my left eye is now blind. And of course, It would be my dominate one.

I was running still, I closed both of my eyes, and ended up taking a step too far, and I almost fell down the cliff. Luckily, I only caused an avalanche. I heard a scream. Oh. Fuck.

I looked down the cliff, but it looked more like a hill at this point, fucking Carlos. I started to slide down the cliff, and tried to avoid everything in my path, and I eventually made it down to the end of it, and looked through the rubble. I saw a figure in a purple jacket, who was unconscious. Shit. I threw around some big rocks, until I could easily pull her out, when I did, I found her leg to be very weak. It had to be broken. I also found her features to be very fine, and soft. She looks so innocent. Shes extremely pretty. I did this, now I need to take care of her. I started climbing back up the easy way up the cliff to take her back to our camp. Unlike Carlos, I'll take responsibility for my fault.

About a half an hour later

The lady was still unconscious, my camp was trying to re-build our shattered defenses. Carlos was no where to be seen. As soon as they heard me coming back with out my mask, they knew they could take theirs off, so they did, and when they did, you could see the fear in their eyes. I looked right through all of them, and to the hospital bed. I walked to it, and laid her down.

"Sean, who is this?" Yuki asked, with her voice even more quite than normal.

"I don't know. I caused an avalanche, she got caught it in, and now we need to help her until she is better."

"But Sean, we don't kno-"

"This, isn't, negotiable. Yuki, would you please go grab some wraps?" I responded calmly.

"Sean, it seems you have glass in your eye. I am going to have Darla take a look at the girl, while You come into the back room with me," She said, reaching into our medicine cabinet, and grabbing one of our few clean medical wraps.

"Fine with me. Just please take care of the girl." I said, while Yuki grabbed my hand, and lead me to the back room. I know this is going to hurt like a bitch, but there are bigger problems we're facing at the moment.

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