Jules nodded and took a deep breath and steadied her hands putting them on his chest to start the cut.

Trish nods. "So, anything you'd like to know about this mismatched bunch?" She asked smiling.

Opal frowned. "I didn't say we should go in. I said that might be where they are."

Brenda leans on Martin. "I don't feel very good..." She said moving her hand to her stomach.

(Side not chest.)

Miles takes a deep breath. "Ok, now I'm ready."

Ash nods. "We should wait..."

Martin looks at her. "What wrong?"

Shanks smiles. "Start by naming everyone if you don't mind."

(Oh sorry! midnight here!)

Jules nods and starts the cut. She decided two small cuts making a cross would be better then a larger one, even though it was more likely to scar.

Opal nodded. "Should we go find miss Kara?"

Trish nods and points back at the bus. "Those two are Brenda and Martin." She turns a little and points at Sophia. "That's Sophia, Opal and Ash. And those over there are Andrew and Margo." She continued looking and froze. "My god! That was Rick..." She muttered, then took a deep breath. "And that's his son Carl." She finished. "You'd think they would keep from dying for a few hours while I slept..." She said trying to grasp what had happened.

Brenda started swaying a little. "I don't know... I just feel bad..." She said turning her face away from him just in case she got sick.

Shanks looks at the dead body. "Oh that's very sad, you have my remorse."

Ash looks around, "but what if she is busy?"

Miles lets out a breath. He was thinking of his mother and father, before they had died.

Trish shakes her head and looks back at him. "I didn't know him very well..."

"Miss Kara won't be too busy for me." She said smiling.

Jules finished cutting and picked up her bigger pliers.

Brenda coughs a little but noting came out. "I want to move..." She said looking at the smelly bus.

Martin shakes his head. "No your hurt."

Shanks looks at her. "do your new here too? That's nice to know, I mean nice to know I am not the only new comer." He blushes.

Miles relaxes a bit. His thought try to stay good but turn bad.

Brenda lays back down. "I'm cold... And it's wet here." She said. Her head felt like exploding and her sides felt like they were already exploded.

Trish nods a little. "As of last night... Course you don't have to be here very long to feel like you know a few people really well." She ignored his blush and started walking away. "I talk to you later." She walked over to Carl. "Hey, buddy... Want to come and help me with something?" She asked him trying to get his mind off of Rick.

Jules grabbed the bullet and pulled slowly pulling more. It popped out with a small cracking noise. She quickly started cleaning around the wound.

Miles sighs. "Thank you." He felt worse than he had before

Martin looks at her. "Your ok..."

Shanks watches her walk away. He touches his stub of and arm. " why did I lie to you?"

Carl looks at her and hugs her.

Jules nodded. "You'll have to be careful for a while. I cracked your rip... Sorry." She said finishing packing her kit and turned to the door. A walker was looking her in the face. "F***." She said to herself. She looked at her kit. The only thing she had that would kill it was her scaple and she wasn't about to use it like that. She might break it and they would be in real troube if she didn't have it. "Just we're hanging out here for a bit." She said sitting on the floor.

Brenda shook her head. "I don't feel good and I can't see... I'm useless..." She said trying to curl up into a ball on her side but her broken arm and leg protested.

Trish hugged him. "How about you and I go look in the bus for some stuff?" She asked.

Miles stands. "I got it." He takes the lamp from it's stand and hits the Walker with it. He winces from the movement.

Shanks was tired. He yawns.

Carl lets go of her. "Who is that?" He points the Shanks.