"Wash the stink from that runner off of him" #zombie

Lana just laughs as they go inside to prepare dinner.  Deacon goes back to his truck to retrieve his gear.  Cherise follows him around like a lost puppy, asking more questions just like she had on the ride to the island.

Deacon finally tells her “Why don’t you go and get your son fed, we will talk later.”

He drops his gear in its own pile in the big room, takes his guns up to the observation room, and sets them on the table.  He then goes back down stairs, gathering his things out of the big room and heads toward his room.  Getting to his room, he drops his things, and shuts the door.  Sliding his back down the door he now is sitting on the floor, he buries his head in his hands.  He begins replaying of all of the evil things he has had to do to keep them safe.  He would never have pointed a gun at anybody a week prior.  Now, however, not only is it getting easier to aim a gun at what was a person, but he squeezes the trigger without hesitation.  Deacon can almost feel himself distancing himself from humanity, and this is turning into just another day at the office.

He quietly sits in the darkness until the voices in his head subside.  He can now hear Jaimie playing with Trisha and Becky, realizing that this is the reason for doing the things he has been forced to do.   Deacon gets back to his feet, and opens the door.  Jeff is coming out of the shower.  As he passes he comments to Deacon how he had to wash the stink from that runner off of him. Deacon smiles at him as Jeff continues to the elevator to join Alicia upstairs.