Looking up as he closed the bag, Grey looked into her eyes for a moment, "No Bobby... never again will I be Bobby. Call me Grey." It was a statement that from his lips left its definite status unquestioned. Walking over, he slung the bag over his shoulder and then reached down. "I'm sorry, but we have to go and this is going to hurt... but it will all be okay." Lifting her up, he was almost scared as when he did so she weighed likely as much as she had when she was just 8 years old. It was uncanny, but he bit back the revelation, he didn't need to remind her of how sick she was.
Walking into the hall he saw the 30 or so pairs of expectant eyes. He would do his best for all of them, but he knew that some would die. They were at the farm because there just wasn't enough... but he'd give them a shot at a life past this hell and hopefully some of them would go on and make this world back into the place that he had grown up thinking it was.
Immediately he was walking past them and motioning with his body for them to follow. They had to be quick, and they had to be daring. He knew that there had been a bus parked underneath the hospital for mass emergencies. He was hoping to hell it was still there.