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take her by the hand, and we head through the small streets back to our house in the small town. The entire Resistance resided in a neighborhood around a school. Many of us are able to have our own houses. I am lucky enough share mine with someone. We walk up the steps of the house and into our room. The air's hot, but it will cool down as the night goes on.
                  I shut the door and look again into her brown eyes.
                  “I really missed you Paige.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4: Walter
                  I keep it together the best I can, but sometimes, I'm afraid I will snap again. I've manage to suppress the yearnings and the voices, but they still bubble up sometimes. Right after the plague, I was barely able to keep myself under control. There was so much chaos. So much death. It all seemed to feed the part of my brain that had been trying to tear itself to the surface in the years before.
                  Now, it is mostly under control. I have her to thank.
                  Caitlyn is my rock in all of this by helping me keep my sanity; although I don't think she knows how much I need her. Withdrawal from the years of drugs my parents fed me was impossible to deal with after the plague, and then when the men in helicopters came I truly broke.
                  The child.
                  The execution.
                  It was too much. It took a week alone in the woods to bring myself around to what I considered “sanity.” I then returned and buried Caleb and Juliet's baby in the woods under a growing elm. I finally felt remorse as I dug their graves with my bare hands. I had wronged them all in our journey to the UN Station and should have tried to help them as those men took them away. It wasn't their fault. They didn't deserve that...
                  Yes they did; they should have been smart like you.
                  No.
                  I shake my head a bit and focus on the moment - on her. Caitlyn and I spent the whole morning investigating the new outpost that I had found. It seems penetrable if we wait for the precise moment. Not many people tried to get into these places. The building is an old fast food joint. The roof is a dark brown and a faded yellow and red paint job ran along the walls. Over many of the windows are pieces of plywood. There are plenty of guards, but we count only four guards in the past hour who actually walk around the building's rear. Several fool around on the trucks parked in the front. They may be dressed like soldiers, but few actually acted the part. I imagine Cait will take out a few in the rear with her arrows and that should give us a brief window to get inside and investigate. In and out is always the best protocol. Too bad there isn't a few more for her to put arrows through. Oh well.
                  The compassion I found in her did not extend to these men who I blamed for nearly everything.
                  “Walt, come on focus,” Cait whispers to me. We are both crouched behind a car in the parking lot adjacent to the outpost.  The cracks in the asphalt gave way to giant weeds as tall as us. This greenery provides a little cover as we make our way towards the new outpost. The tall windows around the restaurant provide a pretty good view of the valley and some other main roads in the area. If it wasn't for the weeds that had grown unchecked for five years, we never could get so close without them seeing us. Thank you, Mother Nature. At most of the outposts they were smart enough to burn it all down. This must have been new or they were just plain stupid. Most of these men are the same age as me, so they could not be too well trained. I turn to Cait.
                  “Okay, so if we go around to the kitchen door in the back by the drive-thru, I think we could sneak in. Like the