Keep The Faith ▹ TWD

 five.

five, wildfire.

NATURE HAD TAKEN A moment of silence for their losses; the frogs were quiet and still, the birds were not cheery, the forest was eerie, and the wind blew past them like a whisper. Nothing had been the same since the attack, the atmosphere was a heavy burden upon the living's shoulders and nearly suffocated them- until it came the time to argue the fate of one their own.

Faith was seated upon the top of the RV; she had moved after the commotion with Jim and his bite. When he had been seated away from the group, Faith took it upon herself to examine the wound- maybe she could help, at least until they could decide what to do. She had poked at the wound, determined how tender the skin was, how angry the infection had become already before she drowned the wound in what little alcohol they had left. She had forced Jim to bite down on a semi-clean rag before she had attempted to clean the wound, and she wrapped the bite with a bit of gauze.

It wasn't much, but maybe it would slow down the infection until they could find proper medical care. Faith and Jim had heard a bit of the argument from the remaining survivors. Rick wanted to try the CDC, while Shane wanted to try Fort Bennings. She thought both were good options, but they needed to choose one because they were in opposite directions.

Things took a turn for the worse when Daryl turned around and brought up the axe, to drive it into Jim's head without knowing that Faith was crouched near him. She squeaked in surprise and fell backwards into the gravel as Shane stood between her and Daryl, then she caught a glimpse of Rick with his gun against the redneck's head. Faith watched with wide eyes and Jim reached out for her, to attempt to pull to her off her back, but he was way too weak already.

"We don't kill the living," Rick muttered when Daryl glanced at him with narrowed eyes.

Faith furrowed her eyebrows in confusion; the man literally had a gun to another man's head. Daryl said something about it, then Shane said something else. Whatever he said made Daryl throw down the axe with a grunt and he stomped of. Shane turned around and offered his hand to Faith, and she took it gently as he pulled her back up to her feet fully.

"Thanks, Shane." Faith murmured pathetically. She glanced up at his face and gave him a slight smile. "Appreciate it."

She glanced around as Rick pulled up Jim, and claimed to be relocating him some place safe. Faith just watched as they headed inside the RV, but once they disappeared inside, she took off after Shane. Faith had caught up to him by the large cargo truck.

"Whatcha want, doc?" Shane questioned when he paused, he could hear her footsteps in the gravel. For such a small woman, she could still make a ruckus.

Faith pouted at the nickname, "You aren't gonna call me doc now, are ya? 'Cause I'm not a doctor anymore. I dropped out during my residency." She then huffed and shook her head, "Anyway- what's the reasoning for Fort Benning?"