Henry knew that going out side would do no good. "Jeremy..don't go outside, he's gone..he's.." Henry took a deap breath, he didn't know the boy, but he imagined what it'd be like to lose his mother. "There's nothing we can do.." He trailed off, shoving his hands into pockets sadly. He wished there was another way. Everyone..er..mostly everyone was upset about losing John, and it didn't even phase him that some girl had claws. Leaning back against the wall, he pulled out his pack of cigerettes, not giving a damn at who would care he was smoking. He needed to relieve the stress.
Katherine whimpered, her eyes never leaving the door, as if expecting the little boy to emerge. Her hands trembled at the lost. She paid no attention to anyone, she just stayed silent..her hands at her side in fists, angry at the zombies.