Later that night, after dinner had been eaten, Carlos had taken Sarah upstairs to put her to bed. Today had been confusing, stressful, and just overall bad. Alyssa hadn't come out of her room since the bad news had been delivered to her, and she hadn't eaten dinner either. Carlos knew she was grieving, but still, he was worried about the young woman because he knew that she wasn't dealing with Jackson's loss properly. He hoped that she'd be okay even though she was suffering a great tragedy at the moment, but Carlos knew deep down that her being better soon would be highly unlikely.

"Dad?" Sarah asked, pulling the hispanic man out of his thoughts. He couldn't help but to feel bad about everything that had happened today, so it was hard not to think about the day's events.

He was tucking his daughter in to bed, and no doubt it had been a long day for her as well. "Yes sweetie?" He answered her as he pulled the covers up and tucked them around her shoulders. Once she was all settled in, Carlos got in the bed and laid down beside his daughter. She didn't like to sleep alone considering the circumstances these days.

"Why didn't Jackson come back too?" She asked, still confused about everything. Carlos knew she would be confused, but he honestly didn't know how to answer her question. Sarah was just that type of person who couldn't cope with death, she just didn't understand it. So how was he going to tell her about Jackson? "Did he get sick?" She inquired, which implied that she knew somewhat about the zombie virus going around.

Carlos decided that he wasn't going to be able to think of something less harsh, so he went with her words. "Yeah, he was sick." He said, looking down at his daughter. In the back of his mind though, all he felt was guilt, and he felt like an awful man for lying to his daughter so much. But she had to know something, right? Something other than evil... "But he saved me though, when we went to get supplies." There, that was somewhat truthful. Carlos was satisfied with that answer.

"He died, didn't he?" Sarah asked bluntly, causing Carlos to stare wide eyed at her. When did she become so pessimistic about everything. "I heard Alyssa crying. I know he's gone." She continued to say, looking at her father. Carlos sighed, maybe she knew more than he thought.

"People die all the time Sarah." He said gently. "Dying is a part of life."

"I know." She replied quietly. "It just makes me feel sad."

"Me too sweetie. Just try not to think about it." He tried to give his daughter some advice. She nodded, and gave her dad a small smile. "Now, go to sleep, okay? You need lots of rest." Carlos ordered, and she obliged, turning over into the fetal position and closing her eyes.

"Goodnight dad." She said, before drifting off. Carlos knew he wasn't getting any sleep at all tonight. There was way too much stuff on his already cluttered mind. Now he just had more to add to the list of things that kept going wrong. How many losses would they suffice during this so called apocalypse? He laid there for hours, just staring at the ceiling, enticed in his own menacing thoughts. How did he even get here? What went wrong? He laid there contemplating life, until suddenly, he heard a muffled bang that made him jump. What in the world was that?

Carlos looked over, making sure Sarah hadn't stirred from the noise, then got up to go investigate. He left his and Sarah's room quietly, and followed to where the noise came from. It led him to Alyssa and Jackson's room, so he knocked on the door before entering. When he received no answer, he took that as his cue to go in. What he saw though, would be forever etched into his mind. There was blood, blood everywhere; splattered all over the walls, the floor... And it all led to Alyssa's body. Carlos had to put the pieces together as he saw a small pistol and pillow laying in the floor, and he knew that Alyssa had shot herself through the pillow so the noise wouldn't be that loud. The sight of it all was revolting, and Carlos felt as if he was going to retch at any given moment now. He knew that this was his fault.

If he wouldn't have left Jackson, then both he and Alyssa would still be alive. Alyssa wouldn't have committed suicide because she lost her significant other. And he knew that Jackson wouldn't have wanted Alyssa to do this. He would have wanted her to fight; fight and survive for his sake. Carlos felt as low as he's felt in a long time, and he felt incredibly guilty. It seemed as if he just kept messing things up for him and Sarah. She would wake up tomorrow and asked what happened to Alyssa, and he wouldn't even have an answer for her.

"What was that noise?" Nikki asked as she approached him from behind, tearing him out of his thoughts.

"Don't look." He warned her, but it was too late, and she gasped in horror at what she saw.

"Alyssa!" She gasped. "What happened?"

"She shot herself." He answered. "This is my fault..." Carlos mumbled. "I should have saved Jackson."

"You can't blame yourself." Nikki tried to console, but Carlos wouldn't listen. "Everything happens for a reason."

"Two good people are dead because of me." Carlos looked at her with intense eyes. "I fucked up." Nikki stayed silent, unable to give him a proper response. "I shouldn't stay here anymore... I can't stay here anymore..." He trailed off... Because he knew if he did, all of this guilt would eat him alive. He would drive himself crazy, worrying about everything. "When morning comes, Sarah and I are leaving." Carlos said determinedly.

"Where are you going to go?" Nikki asked.

"Anywhere but here." He answered solemnly. "I have to keep Sarah safe."

"What will she think?" Nikki questioned. "She's just a little girl."

"I will tell her what I have to, but tomorrow, we are leaving."