Fear The Walking Dead (1x1)

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

"But he wouldn't have been angry if it weren't for me. And I hadn't come here, he couldn't have tried to kill me, and then shoot Troy," she whispered, staring at Troy. She was worried that he wouldn't wake up.

[Light Bringer]

"Something else would have happened though. There's no way to avoid conflict and violence. Troy of all people would know that." Jake explained, looking at his brother again.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

"Maybe," she sighed. "But then it wouldn't have been my fault." She lightly touched Troy's shoulder---so lightly, she barely felt it herself. This was her fault, though. Regardless of what Jake had said.

[Light Bringer]

Jeremiah had walked up to one of the nurses. "Make sure I hear any updates on his condition." He said, before turning around and walking off, he needed a drink.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Malia watched him leave. Wasn't he going to stay? She was glad he wasn't, but this was his son. She wasn't even related to Troy and she wouldn't be going anywhere. He was in charge of this place, though. Maybe he had important things to do.
Malia turned back to Troy. She watched his chest move up and down as he breathed, so relieved that he was alive and breathing.

[Light Bringer]

Jake let out a sigh as he too watched Jeremiah leave. He then moved around to Troy's other side and rested his hand gently on his brother's. "Why are you like this Troy?" He asked softly, shaking his head.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Malia watched as the nurses tended to patients. Then she she looked back at Troy. With all the commotion she forgot what Proctor Eleven had said. They were coming for her. She had to leave before they got there. Maybe if they found the ranch they'd leave when they saw she wasn't there. Then the people here wouldn't suffer because of her. Troy wouldn't get hurt again because of her. She would wait until Troy got better, though. She needed to see that Troy got better before she left.

[Light Bringer]

"Why did he want to shoot you specifically?" Jake finally asked after a while of silence. "How did you know him?" He asked another question, he felt bad asking and didn't want to pry but he wanted to know why Malia's so convinced that it's her fault.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Malia looked down at the floor. He had a right to know.
"We were trapped there," she whispered. "My mother, my sister, and I. They treated us like slaves. We planned an escape, and we almost made it out. They caught us and we fought with them. I managed to get a hold of a gun, but I had never used one before, so when I shot the leader, I didn't kill him. Proctor Eleven said that I paralyzed him. We used that distraction to run, but they recovered quickly. They shot them, my family. I didn't get hit. Proctor Eleven missed the shot, which is why they threw him out. That's why he was mad at me, why he wanted to kill me. Now Proctor John, the leader wants revenge. They're coming for me," she whispered. "I have to leave before they find me. Before they come here and endanger everyone here."

[Light Bringer]

"They have no idea where we are. I doubt that even if they are looking for you that they'll bother to check here or even know where here is." Jake said, after taking in all of her story. There was always a small chance that they'd get found but even then, with the ranch's militia, he was sure that they had a fighting chance. "We can take them." He finally said, surely.