I hate horses. But I love Fluttershy!

Bill looked up, groggily he stretched out letting the morning air wash over him. Shivering from the chill it brought, he looked around and saw the others sleeping peacefully. All except Francis who was looking at him with blood-shot eyes.

"Mornin' grandpa." Francis whispered giving a small, sad smile.

"Francis?" Bill said squinting at the biker. "You look like you haven't gotten a minute of sleep."

He merely shrugged, instead he ran a hand down Fluttershy's mane, she smiled slightly making a small purring sound. Bill looked back up at Francis and saw him frowning.

"I stayed up all night, comforting her," he said. "And crying myself."

"You? Crying?" Bill chuckled before he saw Francis give him a small glare. "Your serious? Well... Why?"

"Because I'm a complete bastard." He said scowling. "A stupid, deadweight, bastard for what I've done."

"Ah, earlier with the gun." He nodded. "Francis, what you did was good... But bad at the same time."

"No..." He moaned. shutting his eyes and slowly setting Fluttershy to the side. "It was horrible. A god damn abomination, Bill." He said clenching his fists.

"She had to learn at some point Francis." Bill said. "She would have died if we hadn't let her shoot."

"We?" He said. "What we? It was me, who had her shoot and-"

"Me who gave you the gun." Bill said. "If anything, we all take some of the blame here. Louis and Zoey could have stopped us, I could not have given you the gun, and you didn't have to let her. Were all to blame."

"But I made her do it...!" He hissed putting his gloved hands to his eyes. "I can take zombies, violence, killing... But... But I just can't handle turning something so... So innocent into a killer. What the fuck is wrong with me, Bill?"

"Nothing Francis." Bill said sternly. "Other than a large attitude. You are a good man, not a bad one. You did it for her own good."

"How am I a good man?" He asked wiping a strand of snot away,

"Because you feel guilt." He said. "Listen, back in my days in Vietnam, I saw first-hand how a teenager, maybe just fifteen, got up as we were liberating a camp. And then sunk a knife into a soldiers throat. And do you know what I did?"

"Y-You shot the kid?"

"No. He was shot by someone else. Me, I was the one who put the soldier out of his misery. I shot him in the head. It was a bad thing, but it was the right thing to do. Francis, I can relate to you in more ways than you know."

"Are you trying to butter me up? Sorry, but I don't swing that way." The biker laughed slightly. "That joke sucked... I was always a bad comedian."

"You were a comedian?"

They both looked and saw Zoey sitting up. She was staring at Francis, her grin tuned into a frown when she saw his face. He looked back down at the floor, rubbing a hand over Fluttershy's side.

"Francis? Are you feeling alright?" She asked in concern. "Your eyes are all puffy, and you have some snot dripping down you chin stubble."

He merely shook his head and kept quiet.

"He feels guilty about having Fluttershy shoot the Smoker." Bill said. "I told him were all to blame in the whole picture."

"But, why are his eyes all-"

"I was crying alright." Francis grunted. "Go on, laugh. The tough, nerve breaking biker was crying. Just let it all out."

He still stared at the floor, hearing nothing he made a wary glance up. His muscles tightened when he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning, he saw Zoey with a frown.

"Francis," she leaned in and hugged him. "Why the hell would you think I'd laugh? We all have our reasons to cry, and each time no one should judge you. I kind'a respect you for that." She said.

"Wow... Francis was crying?"

The survivors turned to see Louis just now sitting up.

"Make one damn joke. One joke and I'll dangle you out the window." Francis warned.

"Hey, were cool, calm down." He said. "She's gotta point. That takes guts admitting you cried because you felt emotion. The last time I cried was because my tie got caught in a paper shredder at work one time."

The others merely stared at the former accountant. Francis got a large grin on his face before he began to laugh.

Fluttershy woke up when Francis fell to his side, clutching his sides as he laughed. She squeaked in surprise and ran to Zoey as she watched with a smile.

"Wait, let me get this straight... You got your tie caught in a... A..." Slowly his look went from a laughing one, to a suspicious one. "Were you wearing a black and red striped tie that day? On a Thursday?"

"Yeah. Why? How did you know that?" Louis asked uneasily.

"Because I was the one who had to come and re-carpet the place after it caused a fire!" He exploded. "I had to do over a thousand goddamn feet because of your sorry ass! I was the one you talked to as an apology! You got me fired because it was the wrong color!"

"That... That was you?" Louis said wide-eyed. "Oh my god, I never meant for you to get fired! I swear!"

"Forget it, I was going to quit that day anyway." He sighed. "I hate carpeting." He said crossing his arms. "Come on you pansies, and Fluttershy," he added. "We need to go before I throw Louis out the window."

As they collected their weapons, Fluttershy went up to Francis and poked him in the leg. He looked down with a frown, going onto a knee he hugged her while rubbing her head.

"Don't worry," he said. "You don't have to do a thing today. Just like I promised."

"It's not that..." She said. "I never mean to make you feel guilty about anything." She whispered.

His hand stopped, she froze in sudden fear. Shutting her eyes she hunched slightly, expecting him to start yelling, but instead she looked back at him and saw him frowning.

"Flutter's, you didn't... I mean not on purpose... I made myself feel guilty." He said. "besides, I had something in my eye. That's all."

"That reminds me when I saw that guy at the zoo," Louis said. "Yeah, I dropped my slushi and some employee slipped right into the Gila monster inclosure. He flung sand, and lizards everywhere. I've only ran that fast when a Tank-"

"That was your slushi?" Francis growled. "At the North Carolina zoo? That asshat who dropped his drink, made me fall into that same enclosure, and then blinded me for two days because of the sand?"

"It wasn't on an April? Was it?" Louis laughed nervously.

Francis narrowed his eyes.