[It was a few minutes longer before Bro...just went on autopilot. He put Dirk to bed. Like...like he really was sleeping. He tucked Dirk in and even pressed a kiss to his forehead.

And god damn, Bro was aware of what he was doing.

He stood up and moved to grab his sword. What was he going to do now? Vent his anger on undead carcasses? Yeah, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

No, it was a terrible idea. He was risking himself to go fight some shitty zombies because he didn't want to come to terms that his brother was fucking dead.

And he knew Dave was going to need him, but he just felt so disconnected right now. Like he just watched someone tear his heart out and smashed it into nothing, then gave it back to him, expecting him to be right as rain.

He notices Jake finally.] English.