Ash took two of the redvines offered to her and was about to offer one to Luke when Katelyn suddenly jumped up after hearing the gunshot and ran out of the room. Luke who had been leaning against the door at the time, promptly got out of her way before standing up and flowing her out into the living room, giving Ash a look for the briefest moments. He found her staring out the window at the dead and carefully walked up beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not safe out here right now.” He told her gently, trying to coax her away.

“If any of those things saw you they’d target this place. I know you’re worried about your sister, and you have every right to be. But if I didn’t think Marshall was capable of taking care of her on his own I never would have let them go alone. Look… I know we’re still getting to know each other and stuff, so I really have no way of explaining my trust in the guy but… it’s going to be okay. They’ll be back before you know it.” He really had no way of promising that either however with so many of the dead nearby they couldn’t afford to linger at windows.

“Look, why don’t you go upstairs and have a shower or something?” Luke suggested. “It might be the last one you get to have in a long time, I know I will before we get going tomorrow.” Tomorrow. So many things about that made him anxious; not really knowing how to get to where they were going, the idea of just driving by the dead, all the people they were likely to encounter. How many of them could they trust? How many arguments would arise about whether or not to pick them up? Let them join the group or share supplies with them? It was all a little too much to think about right now.