<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Noah</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Campsite <br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Meditating on a mothafuckin picnic table<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Twitch, Dom, Dad</div><br/>Noah liked the fact that she stayed and she was able to keep quiet too. What he was about to do was going to take every ounce of his concentration that he had. He had a theory that if he dove deep enough into his own head that he might be able to make himself better, stopping all of the random outbursts of shit that just seemed to be streaming out of his mouth at the most inappropriate of times. He was lucky he didn't get slapped by Dom when he snapped about needing a babysitter. Right now it was a good idea to have someone around to watch him. Otherwise he might say something on accident and get himself dead or have raunchy hate sex with Twitch. While lucid and himself, Noah didn't know which one he would rather have happen.<br/><br/>"You are never going to get any better, you know that? The blood of the innocent doesn't just wash away, Noah." The redhead opened his eyes to look directly into his father's eyes. He was back underground, the dim lighting from the lamps on the walls making his father look a lot older than what he actually was.<br/><br/>"How do you know? We can't just go around comparing the weight of raider's blood against the innocent's and see which one hurts us more. I<em>had</em>to kill her, dad. You know I had to. It was either just her, or all three of us. Big Tim wouldn't let me live after I couldn't pull the trigger to kill Sara or Mika. He would have killed me right there or left me alive for a couple of hours to just see me completely unravel into myself then shoot me like an animal. I know the way of the raiders, dad. I've been in this group long enough to figure that out." Noah's eyes brightened a shade closer to what they were supposed to be. He had just learned something. "That's just it. Not caring about the weight of blood. Killing who stands in your way of living and taking what you want. Mika was in the way. I killed her. That doesn't make me a monster, that just takes away my status as a hero." Noah clapped his dad on the shoulder before giving him a hug. "Thank's dad."<br/><br/>Noah pulled himself back out of his head, right back into reality where he was sitting on a picnic table and Maria was reading and most of the captives were being 'taken care of'. For the first time in what felt like years Noah could breathe without losing himself. He knew who he was: a survivor. If he had to fuck Twitch a thousand times and take part in the next raid and slay a dozen innocents he would. Shit, he'd blow Big Tim if it got him a way into a raider position.<br/><br/>"I know who I am." Noah said with a beautiful smile on his face.