Fear The Walking Dead (1x1)

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

"Troy....Dad's dead." He looked sad, and Malia felt sorry for them, even though Jeremiah wasn't very nice. He was still their father, regardless of what he did.

[Light Bringer]

Troy furrowed his brows. "What? How?" He asked. After what happened with his father last time they were together, he couldn't bring himself to care as much as he probably should have.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

"He shot himself," Jake told him sadly. Malia wouldn't have believed him if Jake wasn't do upset about it. Jeremiah killing himself? It didn't seem likely.

[Light Bringer]

Troy shook his head. "No. No, he would never do that." He said, deep in thought. "How's things at the ranch?"

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

"Not so good. We had a fight with the Nations and now they're living with us. Still, it's better than going to war," he said.

[Light Bringer]

"What?! No, no, no. Why don't you just shoot them?" Troy asked, growing angry.

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

"There would've been casualties on both sides," Jake told him. "This way none of has to die." Jake glanced behind them at the distant horde. "You can come back now, if you'd like."

[Light Bringer]

Troy was silent for a moment before nodding his head. "Alright. Just don't expect me to take crap from anyone."

[EchoOfShatteredIce]

Jake nodded in unerstanding. "What's the Nations?" she asked them, confused.

[Light Bringer]

"They're another group. They've been on our backs since before the apocalypse because of something that our dad did. They say he stole the land or something but I don't know." Troy explained.