Fear The Walking Dead (1x1)

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Malia followed Troy out of the barn. The sun shone in the sky and there were barely any clouds. A truly beautiful day. They walked to the medical center, and Malia went inside first. There were a few patients in the place with nurses tending to them. One was a man with dark brown hair, and he stood by one of the beds. A nurse had just finished treating him and he turned to leave. Malia gasped quietly when she saw him. She'd recognise that face anywhere, with the bandage on one eye. It was Proctor Eleven. He wasn't wearing his normal attire of a biker jacket. And he was here, which meant that he either got kicked out from the group or has been looking for her and ended up here.
He recognized her right away. His face narrowed into a look of hatred. "You," he spat, stalking forwards.
Her first reaction was fear. Malia jerked backwards, bumping into Troy, nearly knocking them both unbalanced. A look of fear was evident of her face. She gripped her knife tightly.
Then she felt a wave of anger. He was one of the people who murdered her family.
Proctor Eleven pulled a gun out of his belt and pointed it at her. "You should be dead. I got thrown out for missing the shot. I'm not going to miss this time."

[Light Bringer]

Troy had no idea what was going on for a moment but when he finally caught on, the man had already pulled out a gun and was aiming it at Malia.
He quickly took a step between the two of them and glared at the guy, giving him a challenging look, he then glanced back at Malia, noticing that she too was holding a weapon.
"Nobody move!" He growled, staring daggers into the man.

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Proctor Eleven flipped the safety off. Malia saw the look in his eyes. He had no problem shooting Troy in order to get to her.
She was frozen for a moment. If Troy got shot because of her she'd never forgive herself. She'd have to pull Proctor Eleven's attention off of Troy.
"They kicked you out for missing the shot? Wow, and I thought I had bad aim," she said, sliding to the side so Troy wasn't in front of her. Proctor Eleven moved his gun so it pointed at her. He glared and her and said, "More bad aim than you thought; you didn't kill Proctor John. You paralyzed him from the waist down and now he's angry. If you would've killed him, they would've been done and over with it, but Proctor John wants revenge. Yeah, he's sending guys out to find you. See, if I take you to them, they'll pardon me and take me back in."
She didn't kill him? This was worse than she thought. They were coming for her. It was only a matter of time before they found her.
"You really think that they'd take you back? You must not know how much they despise you, then. I bet they couldn't wait to get rid of you," she provoked him.
He raised the gun at her. "Says the person who got her family killed."
That angered her far beyond words. She tightened her grip on her knife, glaring at him. He knew that he hit a nerve.

OOC: So Proctor Eleven is Brian. He would've told them that his name is Brian, but Malia knows him as Proctor Eleven.

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"Brian. Put down the gun. Now! Or else you'll have to face me and I am going to kick your ass." Troy growled, beginning to see red. He didn't know if there was anything he could do at the moment without risking Malia's life. If he tried to get the gun or knock Brian down, there was always the chance that he'd get to shoot first. "You're on my ranch right now, that means you go by my rules, now obey them or you'll get yourself exiled. Thrown out in the middle of nowhere with no food, no water, no weapon. That's if you're lucky and I decide to let you live that is."

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Proctor Eleven kept his eyes and his gun trained on Malia. "It's worth it all if she's dead," he said. "It's her fault I got thrown out."
"It's your fault that you're a lousy shot!" Malia said, fixing her grip on her knife. Could she throw it before he shot? She didn't think so. She needed a distraction, but only for a split second. Maybe she needed to risk it. She glanced at the people around them. One of the patients who wasn't badly injured was slowly creeping up behind Proctor Eleven. He threw his arms around Proctor Eleven, trying to force the gun down. He wrestled with the man, trying to get him off. He was distracted. Malia threw her knife at him, swinging her arm around and then releasing the weapon. A shot rang out as he blindly fired the weapon, fighting with the patient. Her knife buried itself in his skull, all the way up to the handle.

OOC: The bullet can either hit Troy, Malia, someone else, or the floor... You can decide.

[Light Bringer]

Troy hissed in pain, clutching at his shoulder where blood began seeping through his clothes, for the bullet had struck him in the shoulder. It'd be fine, he told himself. It wasn't the first time he's been shot. "Is everyone else okay?" Was the first thing he asked, looking around at everyone else in the room.

OOC: I actually had to think very hard about this.

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Malia whipped around when she heard Troy. "Troy!" she exclaimed, worried. Panic swept over her. "Are you alright?"
A nurse rushed over and brought Troy to a bed to sit down. She checked the wound. "There isn't an exit wound. We'll have to get the bullet out."
Malia felt dread and guilt wash over her. This was all her fault. "I'm so sorry, Troy. This is all my fault. If I hadn't come here, he wouldn't've had the chance to shoot anyone. And I shouldn't've threw the knife, but I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry." She knew that she'd probably never forgive herself. Would Troy hate her now? She'd deserve it.
The nurse told her to give them some space. Malia reluctantly backed away and approached the body of Proctor Eleven. She bent down and whispered harshly in his ear. Then she pulled out her knife.
The nurse told him to lie down, and that they'd be wheeling him to another room where they'd be doing the surgery.

OOC: I was hoping Troy would be the one to get shot. Sorry, Troy.

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Troy looked confused for a moment, his reactions and responses were delayed. After a moment however, he simply shook his head at Malia. "It's not your fault." He said softly, his voice wrung with pain as the shock he was in slowly wore off. He lay down and as more and more blood seeped out, his vision started to swim and go dark.

OOC: My poor baby though, he didn't deserve this. Although I kind of prefered him getting shot over the floor, Malia or someone else.

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Malia panicked. "Help him!"
The nurse wheeled him into another room, followed by two others. Malia realized that her hands were shaking. She sat down on one of the beds, terrified for Troy.
She noticed that there was a nurse missing. She must of went to alert Jake and Jeremiah. Great, now the whole family would hate her. If it was possible to hate her more than she hated herself.
The patient who had distracted Proctor Eleven sat down next to her. "Don't worry. He'll be fine. We have good medical equipment and staff here."
Malia glanced at him before staring at the floor.
"It's not your fault. I played a part in it too. Maybe if I hadn't attacked him, he would've calmed down."
Malia shook her head. "He wouldn't have. He doesn't calm much."
The man shrugged. "I guess we'll never know. I'm Hutch. By the way."
"Malia," she told him.
She heard people rush into the medical center, and didn't need to look up to know that it was Jake and Jeremiah.

[Light Bringer]

Jake took a seat as close to the room Troy was in as he could get. He cursed quietly. He didn't know why his brother insisted on being to stupid all the time. He knew Troy must have done something reckless like always, he didn't bother asking what happened. Jake and Jeremiah both knew that Troy had survived much worse than this, he's going to be fine. They had to keep telling themselves that even though Troy had now passed out. After a while, Jake had gotten up to make sure everyone else was fine. He didn't really care for the others as he cared for Troy but as a leader of sorts, he too needs to take care of his people.