Jarod relaxed his posture letting his hand fall to his sides.  He even allowed himself to smile a little.  “I have been trained since I was 10 years old,” Jarod said though he wasn’t boasting.  “I was the commander of my squad before the city exploded.  We we’re good.  We had to be, as we we’re given the assignments that the normal military couldn’t do.  I will admit however that in most of our mission we’re the one on offense.  It is much tougher playing defense and considering how few military people we have defense is going to be about the best we can hope for at the moment.”<br/><br/>Jarod notice the young boy that Emmilyn was treating.  He was so young and it broke Jarod’s heart to see him suffer.  Breifly Jarod remembered himself at that age.  He’d been living on the streets an orphan.  If he’d had parents he had never known them.  The only one who had cared about him had been a young cop.  He’d let Jarod sleep at his place when he wanted and made sure he had a warm meal.  Then one day he’d been pulled off the streets by the military and taken to a secret facility for training and experimentation.  Jarod gave the boy a reassuring smile.<br/><br/>Jarod found himself watching Emmilyn in silence.  He couldn’t help be impressed with her.  She had taken so much onto her shoulders after the catastrophe.  She was first and foremost the leader of the group that had banded together in the city center.  She was who the people looked to for reassurance and to help them survive in this post apocalyptic hell.  She was everywhere at once it seemed from making sure that the search teams found food, to organizing the defenses, as well as helping the wounded.  It was that dedication that had prompted Jarod to join her cause.  He could see however that being so active was taking a toll on her.  He couldn’t remember her sleeping since he had arrived two days ago, and who knew about before that.  “You look tired mam,” Jarod said.  “When was the last time you rested?”