"Alright." Jake nodded, and texted the walker back.

"The walker already took pictures, sir." He handed him the phone. On it, there were several pictures of people. Those including Emma and Jared.  

Damon glanced at the photos, his hand suddenly straining to snap the phone in half.

"No one gets hurt. The walker leaves, got it?" 

"Alright...but sir you do know that the capture of the leaders could be a huge gain, right?" Jake said, thinking it was strange for him to turn that down.

Damon flicked his eyes up at the Weakling, a growl caught in his chest.

"Are you questioning my word?" 

"No sir." Jake said. "I apologize." Then walked away.

The Walker had sent another text message to the phone, but this  time to Jakes private phone. 

I refuse to give up. Im going in, no matter what you say.

Jake cursed under his breath.

~~~~

The Walker held his gun at arms length, and walked out into the group.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN! I HAVE A GUN!" He screamed.

Emma whipped around. "They found us..." 

Jared muffled a scream, before digging in his back pocket. He pulled out a large handgun, before stalking behind a tree. He climbed it stealthily, standing up on  a thick branch and pointing his gun at the man's head.

'Drop it!" He ordered, loading the gun. 

The Walker sighed. His life or honor..He chose honor. He pointed the gun right at Emma's leg and let loose.

 Emma's scream was blood curling. She crumpled to the group, blood flowing from her calf. She stopped herself from screaming again, and began feeling the area, but it was too late. She was screaming and grunting from the pain, and she didnt even know it.

"Move and I shoot another." The walker shouted.  

Jared let out a guttural growl, firing off. He shot the gun out of the Walker's hand, before shooting him in the kneecap.

"Who sent you!" He yelled, not believing it was Damon. 

"Im a part of The People. We are one. You have to come with me, for the others are coming, and soon." The Walker hoped they were coming...

Emma, now having gotten ahold of her brain, felt around her leg. She felt the wound, and pulled the bullet out, with a scream as she did. She then p*censored*ed out from the pain.  

Damon let out a scream, gripping his leg. It felt.. It felt as if he had been shot. He knew that his bond with his friends meant that they shared pain, so that meant one of them was hurt. He grabbed Jake by the throat, slamming him against the nearest wall.

"What. Did. You. Do?" He seethed, a glinting knife held to his neck.

~~

"Good, let them come." Jared sneered.

Jake gasped for air.

"I didnt do anything!!! The Walker, he refused to stop.... the latest text said he was going to shoot the girl, and that he had help coming. I couldnt do anything!" 

~~~

The Walker smiled as sounds began to fill the forest, sounds of people marching. Many people. 20 walkers to be exact, which outnumbered The United. 

"Son of a b-!" Damon swore, before grabbing jacket.

'You, you're going to pay when I get back." He snarled at Jake, before disappearing out of the room in a puff of smoke. He arrived at the middle of the camp, stalkingover and picking up the Walker, holding high above him.

"What the hell did I say? I said, no one gets hurt." He seethed, using his other hand and pointing it under the man's chin.

"Stand. Down." He ordered the back up, as he looked around the camp. Feeling eyes on him, he looked up, a smirk on his lips.

"Get down here, Jared."

~

Jared obliged, dropping out of the tree with ease.

"Did anyone get hurt?" Damon asked him, concern in his voice that he knew was only for him and Emma.

"Yeah, Emma was shot."

~

"WHAT?!?" Damon yelled, his voice making the birds fly away. He turned back to the Walker, dropping him to the ground and lifting him onto his knees. The way they were, The Walker was facing the camp site, Damon behind him with his gun to the Walker's head.

"Go get Emma." 

Emma lay there, motionless. Her hand was on her leg, that was still bleeding. She was pale, blood splattered everywhich way along with dirt and sweat.

It was like she was sleeping. It was nice. She didnt feel safe though, and something inside of her told her to open her eyes. But she couldnt.

~~~

Jake sighed. "Well, I guess The Leader has gone soft."  

"Jake, I'm going to tell you now, saying things like that can get you into a lot of trouble." Jarvis replied back the Jake. "Mister Damon hasn't gone soft. When he gives an order, he expects it to be done."

~

Jared nodded, going and trying to pick her up.

"Emma, you okay?" 

Emma groaned. 

~~

"Hm. I guess so. My apologies." Jake stormed off.

((braindead. >.< )) 

"Ask her, if she wants this son of a b!tch dead." Damon instructed.

~

"Do you want the man that shot you dead? Do you?" Jared asked her, concern on his features.