The fucking Georgia heat was too much in the summer days... sweltering and undeniable. There was work to be done and things couldn't stand still for a day. The clank of the two handles hitting each other lost him in thought.
Sometimes he had to leave the knife behind. He knew if a situation was too much for him to handle, he would leave it with Noah to give to Judy one day. If he never made it back.
Her initials were scarred on his hand above the cigarette burn. Something for him to rub in comfort.
But, there was something more he wanted to do. She was no longer with him. He wanted something more personal. he wiped the sweat from his brow with the red bandana.
His eyes widened just a bit, showing his shock as it came to him. He dropped the sweat rag and ran. He ran to the one woman whom he trusted and knew the full extent of his feelings for the dead blonde.
The makeshift doctor's office for the safe zone was in the center of town, by the armory. He ran towards it until he reached Denise and with no words pulled her behind him. And they both ran.