Caleb pov

Faith was tending to Atlanta's wound. Ooh. That zombie got her good. I double checked the house to make sure the doors were locked and the Windows boarded up. Hm. Good.
            "DAD! Tell mom to be gentler!"Atlanta screamed. Faith grimaced as she continued to bandage up Atlanta. Tyler looked mortified. Faith started stitching her. I winced. I should do something to take my mind off it. Maybe I can teach Tyler how to shoot a gun? Yeah!
            "Hey Tyler! Come here!" I said as I led him upstairs. I handed him a pistol. I told him how to aim, fire, and reload.
            "Good. Good job." I complimented. He looks down.
             "Dad? Do you think that Atlanta's going to be okay?" He asked. A glimmer of hope shined in his eyes.
                "I think so. We just have to stay optimistic. Now run off to bed. Mom will bring your sister to her bed soon." I say. He runs off. That leaves me alone with my thoughts.

Heh.

Is Atlanta going to be okay?