There were times that Silas still felt like the gang member fuck-up who’d landed himself in jail. But the more he lived in their new world, the less that happened. He’d always be that guy with the checkered past, it would always be a part of him, but Rae was right. They were different people. That man wouldn’t have been given responsibilities, and he had been. “It’s evolution. We change to survive.” But she knew that, he thought. “I judge more than I probably should, but I dunno, doesn’t seem like there’s much of a point to holding things against people.”
“Building, yeah,” he mumbled, his grip on Rae’s hand tight, tighter than he realized, actually. But she was an anchor point. It had gotten too painful to keep his arm bent and tucked into his chest, so he’d had to let it drop back to his side, and that hadn’t made the pain lessen. If anything, it made his vision swim worse, and his ability to stay focused almost non-existent.
But he couldn’t put all that on Rae. He needed to stay alert enough to get back to the building, get inside it without getting her injured too. “A sling would be good too.” He shook his head quickly, like it would help with the spots in his vision.
“Yeah, okay.” As long as the building was safe, they’d be okay. He’d live through the pain; he’d done it before. He should probably try to set the bone in his arm as well as he could, while they waited. That was going to be a blast.
He took a deep breath, clearing his head as best as he could, before he made a run with Rae back to the storefront they’d just left. Once inside, dropped the bag he’d been hauling with him and Rae’s hand, and slid to the ground with a mumbled, ‘fuck’.
“Probably gonna need to barricade that,” he mumbled and waved his good hand towards the front door. “And the back one too.” And he wouldn’t be able to help with either one. God, he really should’ve thought his actions through before he’d done them; he’d just been too caught up in the idea of Rae getting leapered to think what kind of injuries he’d end up with.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized with his head leaned back and his eyes squeezed shut. They’d be okay, even if they had to wait out the zombies, they’d be okay. Had to be, since now it’d be on his head if they weren’t. He was the one who’d fucked up, who’d made it so that they had to turn tail back for the building rather than the truck.