We left the junktown behind us, but we didn't head to the base. We discussed it, but without saying it out right, we all knew we were rudderless. We were no longer invincible. Maybe we never were, but we knew it now.
"So, what now?" This from Chasity. The question had been asked a dozen times, but as no one had really answered it, it was still very much on all our minds. "What do we do now?"
"We should-" Doc started, but cut off. That had happened more than a few times too. He swallowed, looked around at the rest of us, then north. North was where the base lay. He swallowed again, hard, and cleared his throat. "We should at least try."
"Why?" sneered Tex. "Why should we bother?"
"It's what... What she'd want us to do."
"In case you hadn't noticed, kid," Tex snarled right back, stepping up and into Doc's face, "She's fucking dead. She doesn't get a vote anymore." Even as he said it, his face went pale. I felt a welter of emotions, rage again, pain, sadness. She was dead, and it hit us all hard. That much we shared, though we dealt with it differently.
"Step back off 'im," I said quietly. "Now." Tex spun toward me, his hand dipping toward the 1911 he wore at his hip. I just looked at him. I didn't make a move toward my gun, just looked into his angry blue eyes. He blinked first, and dropped his gaze. I didn't blame him for his anger. No one did, not even Doc. But whatever we did decide to do, we knew that fighting amongst ourselves wouldn't honor her memory.
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