<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Noah</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Losing the will to fight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Dom, Twitch, Tim, Chris</div><br/>It all burned. His whole body. It started with his face and consumed all of him. The backhand slap given to him by Dom was enough to knock him into the side of the bus then slide down on his ass. Noah wouldn't get back up. There was no point. Dom had a gun and he didn't. Dom was also stronger than him so it was futile either way.<em>What have I got myself into now?</em>Noah cursed himself.<br/><br/>Noah turned his head to the side, looking at the interior of the bus. The movement was sluggish and he was dizzy. He could also feel the blood starting to drip down on his chin. He made no movement to clean it up. Noah was finally broken. There was too much going on in his mind. The death of his parents, the death of his colony, being captured and lastly the incident with Twitch. All of the memories of those incidents played through his mind like a slideshow in slow motion so he wouldn't miss all of the gory details. Tears stung his eyes. Half of it was the memories, the other half from the pain he was still feeling from the slap. He closed his steely blue eyes and tried to think about something else, anything else than Chris coming in an talking about him loosing his teeth. Anything but Dom hitting him again. Certainly anything other than what Big Tim was going to do to him.<br/><br/>It didn't work. He actually resulted to thinking about it more. Well, mostly the part involving how pissed off Tim was going to be. More than likely he was going to be tortured until he was either dead or not himself. That really got him thinking more.<em>Who the fuck am I?</em>Noah didn't know. None of them knew who he was. They knew him as the 'nice guy' who helped them all out and was willing to take the fall. Fuck them all. They only cared about themselves, why not just care about himself? When in a post-apocalyptic world either you learn to go with the flow or you die.