carol.

          a glance is cast to the doors,  _{currently guarded by jerry.  she has no idea if ezekiel will come out of his chambers.  but he has to soon, because they have things to do.  she understands he’s grieving, an entire community lost at the hands of the saviors.  but that was all the more reason they needed to get up and fight.  they couldn’t accept defeat.  ❛ i don’t know kid.  he’s gonna have to sooner or later.  or else we’re all on our own. ❜}

      Blaine followed Carol’s glance to the doors that Jerry seemed to never waiver on the post he’d taken up almost immediately after the few of them returned.  His teeth worried against his bottom lip as he saw the war torn and lost look on a face that was doing it’s best to remain stoic in spite of their circumstances.  Jerry inspired him to be a better person.  Stronger.  And seeing the man so desperate to hang onto what they had have here made Blaine’s heart ache.  “Do you think he’ll want the rest of us back out there?  Or are we just going to run when they come?  Because we all know they will..”