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CHAPTER SEVEN. we're ashes on the ground
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EZRA WINDSOR thought about him a lot — his dad.
He couldn't remember much about him. Mostly because his father died when he was a young and naive kid. Fifteen years was plenty of time to forget the many characteristics about a person, even someone as important as his own father. But it wasn't enough to erase him from his memory completely. Ezra simply couldn't, and he wouldn't allow himself to forget him either. He didn't have it in himself to erase the face of a kind and brave man. Someone with courage in their heart, and eternal strength in their veins, pulsating sharply to strive for the very best future for him and his son.
Ezra would never forget the time his father eased his fears in the simplest way possible. Growing up Ezra developed an uneasy fear of thunderstorms. He was past that overwhelming and crippling fear now ( although on a bad day you could find him shaking in his sleep when he would hear that first low rumble in the sky ). But as a scared little boy living in the apocalypse, he was terrified that the storms were warning signs, telling him to run before the thunder led the Infected right to them. Most nights he would cry himself to sleep in hopes that he would still be alive in the safety harness that his parents provided him with their endless love and protection.
One night though, after witnessing his father get attacked and badly hurt, he was scared that the thunder would lead the raiders straight to them. His father stayed by his side the entire night, whispering reassuring words, and cradling him in his arms until the storm came to a close, and the sun came up the next morning. That was the first time Ezra Windsor truly believed his dad would be around forever. He was the kind of the man that could survive anything after all.
But the boy was proved wrong when he witnessed his own mother injure his dad just enough to weaken him, to slow him down, before she closed that door and left him behind to die a slow and agonising death. Ezra believed at first his mother did the right thing, just like she had told him, but as the years passed him bye, he thought about his dad more, and began to wonder if he had gotten what he deserved. Especially after he protected their family from the monsters roaming the Earth for so long without any question, or hesitation. Jack Lawson was a good man with kindness in his heart and noble blood pulsating in his veins, and that was the thank you he got after years of protection.
