"MARK! MARK WAKE UP PLEASE!" Sarah gagged, tugging Mark. More gunshots were heard, and by the sound of it, the group won. Carlos walked up, and shouted "Is everyone ok?!" "P-PLEASE! MARK!" Sarah kept on crying. "Oh Fuck!" Nick said, as he ran passed him, and helped Sarah in stopping Mark from bleeding. "FUCKING GET OVER HERE CARLOS!" Clem slowly came out of the room, and once shocked, started to help too. "GET ME SOME BANDAGES!" Carlos yelled, before looking toward Sarah. "Sarah... Marks going to be ok." he said, in a soothing voice, calming the young girl. "Are you-you sure?" She said, wiping her eyes. "Im sure." He responed. Carlos than began to treat Mark, and noticed that the shooter knew where his injury was. "Strange... I think we may have a traitor!" The words echoed through the lodge, startling the survivors. "Sorry, false alert..." He searched his pockets for anything other than his deagle. "Glasses?" He pulled out a blue pair of them, with a design on the frame. This reminded him of Sarah and his relationship, and he put on his glasses. After treating him, he let everyone come in the room, and check on him. "Jesus... Im glad he's ok..." Pete remarked. "And whats with the glasses?" "I found them in his pocket, it reminds me of Sarah." He replied, shaking his head. "Is Mark ok?" Clementine peeked through the door, and slowly moved up toward him. Sarah followed close behind, and took a close look at Mark, slightly confused. "Glasses?" "Yes Sarah, apparently Mark also has glasses. Found the pair in his pockets..." He responded. "Oh..." She looked a bit... Depressed, over the days that Mark has been under care. At night, she would sleep next to him in one of the chairs, hoping he would be up the next day. Could she even function without Mark now? Have they grown that close? Nobody knew. Even Carlos once in a while called group meetings, saying that... If Mark doesn't wake up soon, we will have too leave him to continue there journey. (Mark) Images of all the people I've known dying flashing through my mind... An observation deck, and Sarah's body laying below it... A orange coated girl... God!- I wake up to the sound of yelling, and Sarah next to me startled. "Mark!" She yelled, practicly hugging me. "I was starting to think that you wouldn't wake up, And- and they were going to just leave you!" She looked horrible, with looking very pale, or the messy hair that looked liked it was pulled out. "What happened to you? You look worse than I probably look!" I chuckled, making a sort of point toward her. "What do you mean?" She took a look at the mirror, and ran to the bathroom at the upstairs hall. I take a look at myself, and I shuffle to the edge of the bed. Using the crutches next to it, I'm easily able to get on the floor. Must have been out for days if I'm already able to get up that quick! I hop towards the exit, and is meeted by many faces looking at me through the stairs. "I thought he was dead!" Rebecca whispered to Alvin. Clementine smiled and ran up to me. "Your awake! You've been out for a week now!" She yelled. "Well, look who wanted to survive!" Kenny walked up to me "Clem here has been worried about ya, so obviously I am too!" I saw that Clem smiled at this, so I guess they ARE really good friends. I get a greeting from just about everyone, then I hop to the couch, followed by a now normal looking Sarah. Had she benn there the whole time? And who was yelling? "Sarah, were leaving, say your last things to M-" Carlos started. But when he saw me, became silent and went into the kitchen. "Did he?" I whisper to Sarah, and in response she said... "Ya... I'm starting to think daddy isn't my friend anymore..."