"you think i made it this far and not be able to take pain?" i growl.

John: "yep i am ok now thank you." i take the cup from Yasa. "thank you."

Yasa: "welcome." i smile. i liked the new guy he just gave you that impression. "whats' your name?"

"Darrell."

Tory: "you dont need to be rude i was asking a simple question" i say shyly but angrily, i take a deep breathe trying to calm down "may i" i say shyly, reaching towards the arrow

Blizzard: i glare at the man and go back to paying attention to John

Wolf pup: i growl at the man, from my spot on the floor

Darrell: i put a hand on the arrow. i pull the arrow out. "there..." i grunt.

Yasa: "you got guts." i give Tory the med kit. "he's all yours."

Darrell: "ya have not seen a kid named Sophia have ya?"

Tory: "no" i say shyly but angrily but it came out more as a growl, i start to work on his wound putting cleaner on it and then the bandage "there, is there anything else you need" i say shyly, hiding my anger, i stand take the arrow, looking into the man's eyes again

Blizzard: "manTory is pissed" i whisper quietly to John

Darrell: "nope." i go to stand but fall back in to the chair.

Yasa: "you can stay here with us, at least in till you heal." i suggest.

John: "yeah it is fine, you stay."

Tory: i walk into the kitchen with the arrow in my clenched fist, thinking to myself, i get even more angry as i think, memories coming into my mind, my hand glows red and the arrow burns into dust falling to the floor, i take a deep breath and start to clean up the dust of the arrow, calming down a little

Blizzard: i curl back up watching what was going on in the room

Darrell: "what crawled up her a** and died?"

Yasa: "I don't know." I walk after Tory. "Do you feel ok?"

Claradon: "so Darrell what did you do before you came to find us?"

Darrell: "I was' a Walker killer. "

Tory: "i-im fine" i say shyly, i was just angry at the man, he was rude for no reason and it reminded me of someone i knew to well, i take a deep breath and put the dust in the trash and walk back out of the kitchen "and nothing crawled up my a** and died" i say shyly, calming down more and sit on the couch "jacka**" i mumble to myself about the man

Blizzard: i snicker

Darrell: "b****."

Yasa: "please don't fight, but Darrell won that round."

John: I laugh.

Tory: i smile, he just made a fool of himself "come at me and see what happens to your pretty little face " i say shyly to the man but meaning the threat, smiling, knowing he wouldnt be able to, i lean back into the coach crossing my arms

Blizzard: i snicker again, if he did come at her he'd be in a lot more pain, i think to myself