"Shit... Well, next time don't sneak up on people and yank them around in the middle of the damn zombie apocalypse!" Steve muttered, then went around the wall and kneeled down next to the creepy bald kid. "Move your hand, let me see."

Steve had been shot in the arm before too, courtesy of Alfred Ashford. And oh wasn't it wonderful being back in ol' freakshow's stomping grounds. Maybe if he listened hard he could hear the fruitcake laughing to himself off in the distance. Probably wearing his sister's underwear, too.

"Steve! Steve, help me! Where are you, Steve!? Help me!"

He exhaled sharply and tried hard to ignore the voice in the distance. "What are you doing here, anyway? Are you gonna be okay?"