"Still," Rae said softly, "it wasn't fair of me to take it out on you. I shouldn't have lost my cool."
Had Rae known exactly how harsh she'd been on poor Eli's arm when he was only trying to save her ass, she would have apologized profusely. As it stood though, she could think of nothing but the fact that her willingness to let her mother go off and search for her father had doomed her. She turned her head back one last time, to see if her mother had miraculously managed to make it from the wreckage around her. It was a silly, desperate internal plea, but it was all she could do.
Sadly, it went without reward. All she saw was the wreckage of the place she'd considered home for the past few years since the outbreak.
Fuck, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes, steeling herself and trying not to cry anymore for a little while. Now wasn't the time. She could deal with it later, when she wouldn't utterly fail at being a good friend or a good protector. Shaking her head quickly, she took a deep breath and made her way to the bus. Later.
She stayed standing on the bus, her hand holding onto the handle over her head. "When we get to whatever safehouse this bus takes us to, we need to stick together," was the first thing she said. She obviously wasn't in her proper mindset, because had she been, she'd have found out where they were going before she got onto the bus. But she hadn't. "Does anyone know where this one is taking us?" she asked, "I didn't check."