The End of Days

Part 3

The quarenteen tents were nothing special, spacious structures made of plastic and lined with metal bars to keep them standing. Liam sat on one of the chairs off to the side of the two makeshift rooms, a single tarp being the only form of privacy.

"They have to be together." He'd informed the military woman who was going to look over the kids.

Liam watched, leg tapping anxiously as he waited for them to emmerge again. They were fine, he knew that. Jack had insisted he trusted his collegue and they were in good hands but Liam still hated being away from them. After what happened the day before, his trust in humans were kind of at an all time low.

"So," The voice drew him from his wandering thoughts. He glanced over, Jack was watching him considering. His eyes slid to Liam's tapping before amusement flashed in his features. "How'd you get stuck with those kids anyway?"

Liam shrugged, shaking his head. "Shit happened."
His friends and Adam and the women. He sighed, dropping back in his seat. "I couldn't leave them. Just wanted to get them here, get them safe." Jack nodded althogh the way his eyes lingered said that explained nothing.

He wasn't one to follow up which Liam knew, he wasn't suprised when no further question came. The children emerged, grabbing at their clothes. Luckily they'd behaved, Liam having asked them to. Although Fred did give one hell of a death glare to one woman in particular who was quick to busy herself with work somewhere else.

"You didn't say anything?" Liam asked with a look. He hadn't had time to really sit them down and explain the rules but they had to understand the dangers of what he was. If anyone found out, he couldn't be sure what would happen.

They nodded much to his relief. He didn't doubt them but wanted to be sure, he couldn't protect them if he was locked away or better yet lynched.

"Your turn sir." This time one of the men spoke, an older one with an impatiant look on his face. Shit. He stared as he stepped up, hand resting on his firearm when Liam seemed to be hesitating.

The breath left his lungs as Jack interrupted, "Ive got this, man. Just uh try to stay clear of the kids, alright? They're skiddish."

He tapped at the guys shoulder who looked unbothered, carrying on with his work. Liam assured the kids with a few gestures where they waited with the women as he was led into the farthest stall.

"Just sit here." Jack stated, nodding to the dingy military cot. He stood there staring for a strange amount of time. Liam recognized why that was even before the eyes could travel in his curiosity. "Are you bit?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

The look Liam gave him silenced him, he checked at a clipboared before flopping down next to him on the bed.

"We're gonna need to kill some time then. Here, I could use a break." Liam took the object up in his hands, eyes settling on Jack who tried for casual as he rolled his neck.

"Thank you." Jack hummed a bit in response, the silence filling between them as Liam picked through answers on the sheet.

It wasn't any small favor to him though, no matter how hard Jack tried to brush it off. He seemed to be a pretty big deal around the place, clearly with some connections. They didn't owe anything to eachother now but Liam was grateful for the sympathetic hand.

Speaking of hand, Liam thought. His eyes settled on the metal limb protruding from the guys sleeve where his arm should have been. Liam considered reaching for it in his curiosity but realized that had to have been weird. That was how Jack made it all those years ago, he figured.