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We stood dumbly, watching the city as it continuously burst into little flames and puffs of smoke. I felt Charlie's ragged breathing as I clutched his chest, hiding there and finding some security. I knew sniffling, crying and trying to hide wasn't going to make anything better, and we had to do something. I swallowed, my throat suddenly feeling dry and scorched.

"Riles.."

The blond man turned to watch me with dark navy eyes.

"Let's go back.." I whimpered, watching as Riley's form was lightened by the bursts of fire oh so far away. He nodded as Charlie's arms tightened around me and Slack looked bewildered. She looked towards Riley with surprised eyes as he nodded, his face stern.

"We're going back to the city. See if we can help. Pick him up." He said, stepping into the truck as Pillsie began to lift Cholo from the ground.

"Hey, what chu doin'! Take it easy gargantua." Cholo spat at Pillsie. I frowned, watching as the pained man was forced to stand up.

"Get him inside, quick." Riley said, but Cholo put his arms out, holding himself against the door.

"Not this horse..not this horse." He puffed out. I knew he wouldn't want to go with us. My eyes caught the remains of Riley's little device, and a thought popped into my head. I unwound myself from Charlie's arms, bending down and picking up a few pieces of the device. Charlie watched me, his brows crunched together in confusion. I smiled, jerking my head towards Cholo.

"Here..lemme just make sure that you're bandaged right." I begged, making the puppy eyes at the angry and slightly disorientated man. He rolled his eyes, huffing angrily, but agreed, sitting down on the steps of Dead Reckoning. I grabbed the little white and red box, everyone watching me. Riley watched with scrutinizing eyes, he watched me wrap up Cholo the first time, and he knew that I did good nursing work.

When you almost blow your fingers off a few times, you learn how to patch yourself and others up pretty well.

I checked the stray bullet wound, seeing that it was still bandaged fine. I asked him to tug down his shirt a little, where he fell on his shoulder. He huffed, ripping down his shirt and exposing a gravel-burned, but tanned shoulder. I swiped at it a few times, effectively cleaning it, and I could feel Charlie's watchful eyes on me. Probably annoyed that I was touching Cholo. I slipped the wire and tiny mirror like device from my pocket without Cholo seeing, but I saw Riley's eyes light up with understanding.

He walked over to a computer, clicking in a few numbers as I took out some tape and gauze. I covered the wires, and made a little hole in his shirt as I was cutting the bandages. He thankfully didn't notice as I forced the little mirror through the teeny hole. I finished, patting my knees.

"All done! Don't touch it at all, or it'll get infected!" I warned, hoping that he wouldn't touch the area. He rolled his shoulders a little bit, standing up and turning towards Riley.

"I'll take that woody, if ya still got it." He said, patting my head as he leaned against the door.

"Fine."

"Anyone else?" Riley asked as Foxy and Anchor began shoving out the door

"Pretty..I..I gotta leave.." He shook his head, looking out into the nights sky. Her head bowed low, her chin touching her chest and I crossed my arms over my chest. It was the cliche "i must leave" "no don't go!" "i must go" "please no" "LEAVING" scenario. I sighed, I've seen this too much. I let my mind float back to Key...wherever she is right now. She always said she wondered what heaven-limbo and hell looked like. Knowing her, she's been kicked out of all three. Pretty Boy and Anchor kissed goodbye, as he hopped out of the truck.

Pillsie patted her on the back, pulling her into a hug. She seemed surprised, but hugged him back anyways.

"Hey!" Charlie called, handing Foxy back his pistol. He smiled, nodding.

"Thanks man."

Riley looked down on Cholo, while I still watched the city's explosions.

"Where you gonna go Cholo?" He asked somewhat worriedly.

"Well..There's always that outpost in Cleveland." Cholo said, and I watched him with my peripheral vision. He watched me with warmer brown eyes. He seemed somewhat sad, and his eyes held longing. I had to hold back a shudder as he watched me.

"Haven't heard from them in awhile..." Riley whispered awkwardly, apparently having noticed Cholo's odd stare. I turned around to face them, but Cholo's gaze didn't leave me, in fact his orbs locked onto mine.

"I'll take my chances." He whispered, nodding his head. I smiled, a little creeped out as I stepped back into the truck. Charlie stood at one of the computers, which apparently was for the night vision cameras around Dead Reckoning. He was watching out for any awol, single walkers as I walked up to him, snuggling into his side. The computer next to the night vision camera's had another video camera...

That was attached to Cholo's shoulder.

Just in case he would go off and do more damage, I placed a tiny camera onto the bandages and through his shirt. Charlie, now understanding, smiled, raking his fingers lovingly through my hair. I might not have alot of good ideas, but I do enough thinking to get myself around. The camera apparently was equipped with sound, and we watched from Cholo's point of view as Riley traded him off Woody. I'd miss that little hunk of tin. We watched through the Cholo-scope as I'm going to call it, as Riley looked down on him.

"Woody's around the corner, guns and ammo inside." He said, tossing his head to the side where Woody was parked. Cholo nodded, looking off into the distance as Anchor and Foxy began walking over towards the vehicle to try to hot wire it again. All was silent between the two.

"Her name?"

Riley snapped his eyes at Cholo, confusion in his eyes.

"The pink haired girl..her name is Pieces..right?" He asked again, as recgonition lit in Riley's eyes, but his mood still darkened.

"It's Peace." He said gruffly, standing up on the first step of the truck, now towering over Cholo.

"And she's.."

"With Charlie." Riley answered quickly. Cholo humfed, turning a little to see Woody jump to life.

"Tell him nice pick man. Too bad she ain't comin' with us. Thanks Riley." He said, stepping away from the truck and towards his two travel companions and Woody. Riley slung himself further onto the truck, sliding the heavy metal door shut, and locking it once. Then again. And then even went so far as to block it with a thick metal pipe. Apparently this truck was absolutely impenatable.

"Get us back on the main road!" He shouted, as Pretty Boy dried her eyes, and saluted him. Pillsie smiled at her, and I could sense a little lovey dovey stuff start already. At least a little affection. Pretty Boy smacked herself down in her seat, and began clicking down on the controls. I sat down on Charlie's lap as he sat infront the monitors, and the truck turned around and slowly began rumbling back towards the city.