Al smirked as he opened the door just in time to watch Violet yank a knife out of the wall, she must've found his little collection. He laughed and closed the door again, before taking another drag from his cigarette. " Hey doll. What's up?" Violet jumped and turned to look at him, she looked at the knife and hid it behind her bag nervously. " Oh! Um.. hey Al! Just... uh... um... I was-" " Yeah I know you were playing with knives. That's not very safe you know." he teased. Violet nodded and set the knife down. She looked over to Al and sat down on the floor. " So... Um... how'd that go?" she asked nervously. " Fine. Why? Did you miss me?" Al grinned at her, making her face go pale, she looked away and sighed sadly. " Al... about a few nights ago..." she stood up and faced him, although her heart was beating out of her chest, she stood tall and faced him with a hint of confidence shining bright through her now dull red eyes. " How can I trust you Al? You could've killed me! I have a little nephew now! I can't die. My family needs me. You said it yourself... you told me you liked me. But after that... how can I know you really want me for something more then... well... you know. If you expect me to believe that you're gonna have to prove it to me. And so far that hasn't been going well for you." Violet sat down on the bed and gripped onto the covers angrily. " I don't want to live through all this shit, but I have a family who does. I'll do anything to keep them safe, and if you're going to get in my way I'll take them and leave." she finished, at this point she was near tears, after all, it was a little hypocritical for her to be saying those things after what happened a few days ago.

" Violet..." Al trailed off and sighed, he sat down next to her and nodded softly. " I see why you're probably upset, I would be too if I were in your shoes. Now tell me... do you really think... that after all I said about you, saying that you shouldn't kill yourself I mean... do you think I would say that and get so angry if I didn't mean every word of it?" Al asked, Violet sighed and turned her head farther away, making sure he just barely see her face. " I'm not sure Al... that's the problem. Do..." she sighed and stood up. " Do you... um... wanna tell me your full name Al?" she laughed a little bit and scratched the back of her head. " I know it probably sounds stupid. But I'm curious, Al seems like more a nickname." Al stared at her blankly and groaned, he ran his hands through his auburn hair and nodded. " I guess I should've seen this coming. It's Allen. Allen F. Jones." Violet nodded and sat down next to him again. " I'm gonna keep calling you Al. I was just curious." she looked away, only to feel his fingertips slide under her chin and lift her head to look at him, immediately she made eye contact with him, and something about his eyes felt... different. The feeling she had when she looked at him was strange... it wasn't love... maybe more like fear... no... no that wasn't it... it was almost a strange mixture of the two. Her breathing sped up as her heart rate increased, the two just stared at each other in silence for a moment, then Violet gently moved his hand away. " Al... Al I can't! I'm sorry but-" " I'm not expecting you to do anything. I just need to say that... you make me feel different, like I'm not in control anymore, you are. I don't like it... not at all... but at the same time I'm willing to accept it, only because it's you. I won't hurt you... but there are a few things you should know." Al took her small fragile hands in his and squeezed them just a little bit.

" For starters... I have a... well... problem... with controlling my anger. If I snap, you need to get away from me, I won't hold back, no matter who you are. I promise I'll do my best, but it's not going to be something easy. Then... there's my disease." he stopped suddenly and knelt down to be at eye level with her. " I have muscular dystrophy. You probably don't know what that is, but it basically dissolves my muscles from the legs up, there's an abandoned hospital down the road, and I just need to tell you, if something goes wrong and my legs give out. Go there, room 128, there are prosthetic's there, you're gonna have to..." he trailed off and whispered the rest into her ear. Her eyes widened and began to water at the thought of... cutting his legs off. She stood up and shook her head violently. " Al no! That's too much! I can't do that! I'm not a doctor how the hell am I gonna be able to line up the prosthetic with the nerve endings! How-" " Violet calm down." he grabbed her shoulders roughly and looked at her with worry, he felt horrible, he was probably putting a lot of pressure on her, when suddenly...

" Shit! Gil look out!"

Violet looked to the door for mere seconds before she ran out, leaving Al staring after her. She rounded the corner of the hallway and saw him looking desperately for something to fend himself with against the zombies, a good ten of them had gotten into the house, but more were piling in through the opened door. She ran to Gil and yanked the zombie back, but immediately it turned on her, and had her on the ground. Violet tried to kick it off, but with no success.

This is it... I'm gonna die here...

Or so she thought, until the things head went flying across the room, and it's body went limp on top of hers, she pushed it off and made her way to her feet. Cain smiled at her and nodded, holding onto the metal pipe he'd taken off the faucet. " You can thank me later." Violet nodded and looked over to Gilbert, who was staring at her, she couldn't quite figure out the look in his eyes, but eventually she held out her hand to him. " Come on. We haven't had a lot of bonding time lately." she took his hand and ran into Al's room with him, she began going through the many drawers of weapons and picked out two guns, she closed the door and was about to turn around, until she heard him speak.

" Is it really you Violet?"

Violet looked at him in confusion, then approached him with the guns. " What do you mean? Of course it's me." Gilbert sighed and snatched the gun away from her. " That's not what I meant. God dammit... I can't believe how grown up you are." he bit his lip hard, practically drawing blood, then hugged her tightly. " You've been through so much Violet. I'm so proud of you, and I'm so sorry I... I let all these things happen to you. I really let you down. I'm supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around... I'm so... so sorry." Violet pulled away from him and smiled. " It's okay, I'm fine, now come on, we don't have all day." she took his hand and ran outside and immediately started firing, most of the zombies turned on her. She continued shooting, but was suddenly thrown in the room behind her. Gilbert looked over to her and smiled sadly. " I'm sorry Violet..." her eyes widened as he closed the door and leaned back against it.

" But I won't let you down again..."