Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

When the night finally calmed, it was no longer night but instead the next day. Another day filled with chores and another day dealing with the same old shit. Except today was filled with an entire truck load of shit. I tried my best to stay with Will when I finished my duties last night, and since Kelsey wouldn't come out of her room right next door to the clinic, the clinic was abandoned.

Ciara and I had been treating and taking care of everyone's battle wounds as they came in, only being able to offer them a cleaning and bandages. Most of our medicine had been taken by the Mad Men, so Ciara made the decision to only give out medications if it was life threatening. And that was how it was going to be until we would be able to get more.

The first moment I got to sit down and decompress was noon the next day. I took a few calming breaths as Ben, Ciara, and Will cleaned up the clinic. My eyes grew tired and my feet throbbed.

With the fading lack of responsibility rushing out of my system and tiredness rushing in, I was annoyed when someone else walked through the door. But it was just Harry.

Our eyes met, brown eyes to green eyes, and I stood from the chair to walk over to him in the doorway. My arms wrapped around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We both took very deep emotional sighs and uneven breathing replaced it.

"You alright, Harry?" Ciara sounded from the cabinets and I removed my arms from his neck to stand just to the side of him.

He cleared his throat as we both realized everyone was staring at us. I blushed and looked at Will worried to see what he thought of me and Harry. However, he smiled and nodded his head at me. I pursed my own grin and felt my stomach swirl in response. Harry's hand rested at the small of my back and placed itself over my hip as he spoke.

"Just wanted to check on everyone," he nodded his head as his incredibly tired eyes ran over everyone in the room "There's a new curfew at 6pm every night until 8 the next morning. Understand?" the leader directed and everyone was quiet understanding that any day the Mad Men could come back and do whatever they wanted.

"Get some rest, go take showers, and get ready for anything," his voice croaked and I realized how heavy this attack was weighing on him now. His shoulders slumped forward and his eyes were hardened after the horrible things he had to see less than 24 hours ago.

Everyone was quiet and he placed his hand over his jaw massaging his face. I grew worried wondering what was going on in his head, what kind of things he was juggling around, and how he was emotionally suppressing everything. When would he rest?

"You need to sleep too, Harry," Ciara commented while wiping down a counter with straight vodka.

He pursed his lips and sucked on his teeth. "Yeah," he nodded his head and looked over at me standing right beside him.

He looked upset and frustrated with the turn of events. His mind was whirling around and I could see his thoughts spinning and spinning by the way his eyes skirted around the room. Would he talk to me about his thoughts? Would he understand that I wanted him too?

"Will, you alright?" I walked over to my brother for a final time today and squeezed his hand.

He smiled at me and slowly nodded his concussed head. "I'll be just fine, Jane." He pulled me into a hug and kissed my hair line before giving Harry a wink that said to take care of me.