Lis was running around, checking to see if everyone had what they needed. Aspen had Bean at her side. She appeared upset, but at least she had the company.
She found herself going back to Mori and Lilac, and she sat down next to them, wrapping her arms around both kids.
"Hey, look, I know this has been scary, but we're gonna make it. Looks like we're going to crash in this town for some time while everyone gets better, and it'll be okay. You've got a lot of us to help now."
Tohru was sitting silently, still trying to sort things out. Yet, the more he thought, the more guilty and scared he became. He felt like he was reliving what happened a few weeks ago. It was really his first time mulling over it this hard, and his first time having a flashback.
At this point, a couple of people from the original group had died. One got mauled by a zombie and was lucky enough to escape the fate that was transformation. Another died from a serious leg infection following an injury. A third died from friendly fire; someone had been trying to shoot a zombie, but they missed. Things were already going downhill when Noah started getting sick. He was just feverish and unwell at first. Tohru tried to convince himself that it was just some regular sickness, and not the zombie infection. Yet, things started growing worse. More people were dying off, order was disintegrating, and everyone was scared suddenly and became more self-serving than was healthy in this situation. And then there were two. Just Tohru and Noah. And they both knew Noah's fate.
It was about a week since Noah had started showing symptoms. His joints hurt so badly he could barely move. Daylight was unbearable and triggered migraines. He had been coughing up blood for days, and a few discolored, necrotic splotches had appeared on his hands and legs. Yet, Tohru still tried to hang on. He kept taking care of Noah, bringing him meals and water, and keeping him company even when everyone remaining had left them behind, screaming at Tohru that he was trying to save a dead man.
But finally, Noah accepted this was over. That if he didn't end it himself, he would be among the infected and go on to hurt, infect, and even kill people. He asked Tohru to finish the job; he couldn't even move his limbs well enough to shoot himself.
It hurt. It hurt so bad. Tohru had to look away as he pulled the trigger. He was too scared to look at the body. Never gave Noah a proper burial. He walked away, shocked, exhausted, scared to death.
Yet, he couldn't find it in himself to cry, he was so numb. And he never cried over Noah's death or mourned properly. That's why it was all hitting now.
Tohru tried to fight off the memories, but failed. He bit down on his lip, unconscious of what he was doing until it bled. He felt that same odd choking sensation that he had during the panic attack yesterday, that same heaviness on his chest.
He suddenly grabbed for Levi's hand without thinking. After all, Levi had helped him before. It was only natural. His breath hitched a little bit as he tried to take deep, slow breaths.