“Can you take Gabe somewhere safe?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Kate turned to Javi, “Come on Javi.” He rose slowly, continuing to give a pitiful look at his nephew and followed Kate to where Clementine and Gabe had returned from. Clementine trudged Gabe ahead, spotting Jesus on horseback beheading a walker.
She quickly but gently helped him sit on the curb. He cradled his forehead in his hands as the chaos around them began to dwindle. Clementine stood.
“Let me get something for that,” she gestured to his bruised forehead. She diligently tore off part of her plaid jacket hanging from her waist and went t