[b]Farren – Outside Methodist Emergency Medical Center – Buck[/b]

Farren would periodically glance at Buck, surprised he was keeping her pace and not pushing her faster. She hadn’t met many good people since all this had happened. Most were impatient, looking out for themselves, or just plain sadistic and manipulative. In fact Buck was probably the first she’d met who she genuinely believed wasn’t looking to gain something from her or her son in exchange for added protection. She could almost relax her shoulders at the feeling of having an ally, at least for now, if it weren’t for her struggle to keep Dean cradled and not slipping down. 

The boy went back to sleep during their walk, watching Buck without expression until his eyes faded closed once more. Farren could thank her lucky stars for that. If he didn’t sleep at night, it meant more naps during the day. Naps they couldn’t always afford. 

Farren breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the building, realizing now it was a hospital as Buck read off the sign. “Maybe they never meant to turn them on in the first place. I have no idea,” Farren shrugged, readjusting Dean for the umpteenth time as they approached the doors. In the distance, not so far distance at that, she could hear more walkers, causing a shiver to run up her spine. 

“Um, I think we should just knock. If someone is inside, they probably wouldn’t appreciate us breaking the doors,” Farren smirked before using her fist to rap loudly on the glass. A warbled echoing thud resounded from it to the inside as she looked to Buck, hoping whomever they might encounter would be just as friendly.