Shanks cuts the walkers heads off, a sudden wave coming from the cafeteria. "Hold on man I'll get you!"

Simons hands where slipping. Why had he killed? He was crying. "I'm so sorry kid! Please forgive me!"

Carl kicks her again. "I hate you! Dad died because of you!"

Martin sobs. "That's how mommy died..."

She finished up the ones right below the man hanging down. "You can jump down now." She saw all the walkers charging. "Or not." She added getting in her favorite sword stance.

Kristine started curling in to a ball hoping to dull Carl's kicks. What had she done? She felt it was her fault but didn't know why. She let Carl kick at her hoping her bruises would calm her senses.

Trish hugged the boy rubbing his head. "Well, it won't be how Brenda dies. She strong and tough like you, she'll pull through." She said hoping it wouldn't end up as a lie. Brenda moaned as her face was getting wetter from her own sweat. Trish lifted her hand to check her temperature. "She's burning up!" She said and started taking the blankets away off her. Trish looked down and saw a small pool of blood dripping from Brenda's broken leg. She looked at it and moved it a bit. "My god, there's a nail in her leg." She lifted the leg enough to where she could see the bottom of it. She sucked in her breath when she saw it had gone all the way through. The tip looked like it was almost made of rust. "What did you say happened to her Martin?" She asked looking around for a hammer. She needed to get it out of her leg.

Andrew picked Margo up and started walking back to the bus.

Martin retell the story of the wood pile. "Here." He wipes his eyes and takes the nail in his hand. He pulls it out gentaly.

Carl sobs and collapsed.

Shanks makes his way to the other swords man. "Your pretty good with a blade." He smiles, cutting off another walkers head.

Simon clings to the rail, letting go finally.

Brenda's breath caught and she stopped breathing for a bit while Martin took the nail out. A few seconds after he finished taking it out her breathing returned. It was deeper but ragged now.

Trish nodded and took the nail from Martin. It was dripping blood and was covered with rust. "She needs a shot but I don't know where to find one..." She mutter to herself then gabbed a med kit and poured alcohol over her leg. She slowly rolled up her pants and saw that around the nail hole was black. She carefully poured even more alcohol over it. It was bleeding a lot now. She took the bandages from the kit she had grabbed and started wrapping it.

Kristine just laid there. She didn't deserve to live. She didn't need to, Nathaniel was a man and he'd take care of Carl and that would be that.

"Ha! That'll happen if you were born to hold one!" She said with a smile as she finished off the last of the ones in front of her. She was panting a little and walked over to Simon and held out a hand to help him up. She held her sword away from herself, it was stained black by the rotten blood of the monsters.

Shanks laughs at her. "Even with one hand u can manage to hold a sword." He puts his sword up.

Simon was wincing. "I think I hurt something."

Martin looks at the nail. "There should be a doctor in town."

She smirked at him. "Doesn't mean you can use it." Sh e said with a smile. She looked back at Simon. "Where does it hurt?" She asked.

Trish nodded. "But they might be walkers by now and even if I found a place with the medicine. I won't know what to look for... And it I give her the wrong stuff it will hurt her more then help her."

Martin looks at her. "Did you ask Mr Casey?"

Simon pants, pointing to his right leg. "Thigh."

Shanks laughs harder, doubling over. "I used to have two serifs one for each hand but then..." He trails off.

Trish sighed. "I would but Brenda doesn't like him very much..."

She nodded. "Do you feel it is broken?" She asked him smiling a little at Shanks words but didn't respond to them to give Simon her full attention.

Kristine started crying a little bit pulling tighter into a ball.

Simon whimpers. "I-I don't know." He leans on the bars of the cell closest to him.

Shanks smiles. "Well then how are we to help you?!"

Martin shakes his head. "Just for the shot."

Andrew came back with Margo and Trish hid the nail. Noo sense in letting them worry more then they had too. "Her breathing is a little better." Trish told Andrew. Margo walked over to her and held her hand."Why is she so cold?" She asked tears forming in her eyes. Trish looked over at Martin as Andrew tried to explain it in a good way. "Go ask Casey what kind of medicine is in a shot for metal poisoning." She whispered to him.

She wipes her katana off on a walker's shirt and puts it away. She grabbed his right arm and pulled him up. "Like this." She said to Shanks.