Jerry blinked, watching Brena walk off after he had finished tending to the slight wound. He sighed, shaking his head and getting up from the couch. He went upstairs for a moment to go wake up Emma. And after a minute or two, the sound feet bounding down the stairs. It was Emma of course, along with her was her stuffed dog, Toby. Then another sound of feet came down the stairs, it was Jerry, this time with a shirt on. "Run Toby... Or the Grizzly Bear will get us" she said, running around the living room and kitchen to playfully avoid Jerry. Even in harsh times like this, he still found ways to make sure Emma wasn't entirely affected by it. He did what he could to keep her happy. Besides, it was his duty as a father now, right? Even if Emma's past family was a broken one, he was determined to keep her spirit happy.<br/><br/>Jerry chased after Emma, pretending to be a Grizzly Bear. It was just fun and games for them. Maybe to Brena, it showed a strong bond, it showed that even though Jerry looked like a mean and straightforward guy, he was actually kind and soft hearted underneath. Jerry managed to catch Emma, holding her in his arms. "Ah, Toby! The Bear got us!" she said. Jerry only smiled and laughed, setting her back down on the floor. The two made their way into the kitchen, where Emma sat at the table and Jerry made a bowl of cereal for Emma, and  went to go sit down at the table to finish up his own. Maybe in someone else's eyes, it didn't look like it was a broken family. Just Jerry and Emma, surely it wasn't that broken. They got along fine without any other troubles. For Jerry, it was hard to accept new people only because he was protecting Emma. And for Emma, well, she was still too young to understand the concept of a zombie apocalyptic world.