Facing The walkers.

nine

In the days since Conner's untimely and unfortunate death, There was a funeral. Not a traditional one. But a funeral. There was no priest. Father Marcus was not willing to take place in it. Not because of the boy being gay. But because he had learned that not only were these boys gay. They were once Mormon. Kevin obviously didn't believe in god. It just wasn't a place for him. Needless to say, The group was very angry. So instead they had Arnold read something from the book of Arnold. It wasn't quite the funeral Kevin would've had had in mind for his Conner. But he supposed it would do. At least their friends were there.

Kevin hadn't said very much since it happened. And now, Two days later, He'd barely spoken a single sentence. It scared everyone. He was even worse off than Olly had been. Then again.. Kevin and Conner were married. Their little girl was Conner's daughter. by DNA. Kevin's as well by love. Love makes a family, not blood. And Kevin had a tendency to take things a lot harder than Olly, Even though they had the same issues, Mentally.

He didn't sleep. He couldn't. He'd dream about it. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't cope. And somehow... He still managed to take Care of his daughter. He always made sure she was fed and did her hair for her. He maintained his jobs as a functioning parent without speaking, eating, or sleeping. How? Don't ask me. None of them knew how he did that. Especially when Kaylee looked... /so much/... Like Conner.

Olly knew that if Amberly looked that much like Ben, He'd have had problems still doing his parenting. But she was adopted. And she looked more like Christopher than she did her parents. They all joked about that a lot. Not in a rude manner, fearing they'd hurt the girl's or Chris's feelings.

One day, Kaylee ran out into the chapel area of the church and jumped up on to her uncle Chris's lap. "Chrissy," she said, looking up at him. "Daddy finally fell asleep!" She smiled. She may of been very little but she wasn't dumb. She had been worried sick. "Really sweetie? That's great!" Chris said, smiling at the little girl and wrapping his arms around her, engulfing her in a warm hug. "James check on him." He said, keeping that warm smile on his face.

James nodded and got up, moving toward the lounge area. "Kevin...?" He softly said, stumbling into the room quietly. "Kev..? Buddy?" Sure enough the tall brunette was fast asleep... But He was tossing and turning... Obviously in distress. James quickly moved to his side and decided it was best to wake him. "Kev.." He shook him a little. "Kevin wake up. Kev. Kevin!" He shook him a little harder but he was not waking up. Unlike when Kev had hell dreams, which they'd all been around for at one time or another, He didn't not scream. He didn't makes a sound. He was stiff and wouldnt lay still. He was sweating though. Not a whole lot but enough that it was noticeable. And it was almost December. It was freezing in that church. And Kevin didn't have a blanket. "Kevin! Wake up!" James practically yelled, drawing the attention of everyone else in the building and making half of them run to see what was happening and if help was needed.

Kevin shot up. And The first thing he did? Break down. He absolutely broke down, Sobbing into his hands. James pulled him close. "Sh, Kev its okay. I'm here. We're here." He motioned for the people at the door, Olly Naba Norman, to come In and help him. "Yeah." Norman said. "We're all right here. Were always gonna be here for you Kevin."

"Oh shut up, Norman." Kevin muttered. "I met you two days ago. The only reason you're here is chase Con like you." He hissed through his tears.

Olly turned to Norman. "He doesn't mean that." He softly said, after pulling him out. "No its fine. I get it.." Norman shrugged. "No really, Norman, He doesn't mean that. Kev has some... stuff. When he gets upset, he can't control his mouth. He just says stuff. Don't worry. You are here because you are a good guy. Don't worry he'll apologize later, I promise." Olly softly explained.