What was I made for? (Optimus prime fanfic)

Chapter 4: finding Hershel/trouble

Emma Walsh POV

I sighed as I got off of Predaking. He turned to me. "Go on." Predaking then jumped up and flew up and flew around the town. We got into the bar.

"Hershel?" I called. "Who's with you?" He asked me. "Rick and Glenn." I said. "Maggie send him?" He asked. "No, he volunteered. He's good like that." I said.

I walked over to him. "How many have you had?" I asked. "Not enough." He answered. "Let's finish this up back at home. Beth collapsed, is in some sort of state. Must be in shock. I think you are too." I said.

"Maggie's with her?" Hershel asked. "Yeah, but Beth needs you." I said. "What could I do? She needs her mother. Or rather to mourn. Like she should've done weeks ago. I robbed her of that. I see that now." He took a sip.

"You thought there was a cure. Can't blame yourself for holding out for hope." I said. I've known Hershel for a year.

"Hope? When I first saw Rick running across my field with his boy in his arms, I had little hope that he would survive."

"But he did." I said.

"He did. Even though we lost Otis. Their man Shane made it back and we saved his boy. That was the miracle that proved to me that miracles do exist." Hershel told me. I looked at him. "Only it was a sham. A bait and a switch. I was a fool, Emma, and you people saw that. Even your twin brother did." He told me.

I sighed. "Hershel..."

"My daughters deserve better than that." He said. He finished his drink and then poured more. I sighed.

I walked over to Glenn and Rick. "So what do we do? Wait for him to pass out?" Glenn asked. I sighed.

"Just go!" Hershel yelled. "I promised Maggie I would return with you safe." Rick said.

"Like you promised that little girl?" That struck a nerve. "So what's your plan? Finish that bottle? Drink yourself to death and leave your girls alone?!" Rick sneered.

"Stop telling me how to care for my family, my farm. You people are like a plague. I do the Christian thing give you shelter. AND YOU DESTROY IT ALL!"

"The world was already in bad shape when we met!" Rick snapped.

"And you take no responsibility! You're supposed to be their leader!" Hershel yelled. "WELL, I'M HERE NOW! AREN'T I?"

"Yes. Yes you are." Hershel said. I sighed. I stood beside Glenn.

Rick spoke to Hershel more. Soon Hershel put the bottle down. "Okay..."

The door opened and I saw two men. "Son of a bitch. They're alive."

I stood beside Rick. "I'm Dave. That scrawny-looking douche bag there is Tony." Dave introduced. "Eat me dave!"

"Hey, maybe someday I will." Dave said. I rolled my eyes. I turned to Glenn. He was too happy about these things. I zoned out.

"They're bad luck. Don't say nothing to them." Billy told me. I nodded.

I then slowly took off my glove not feeling safe. Soon things started to escalate. I looked at Billy.

He nodded. I then pushed Rick back with my gloved hand.

I then glared at Tony.

When Tony grabbed his gun, I whistled. Predaking busted his head through the wall and he lit him on fire.

I then put my glove on my hand.

What was I made for?