He'd always been that way, and even though his stubbornness hadn't always helped life to work out in his favor, it was deep inside of him and he'd figured it would never change. But at some point you had to accept that things weren't going to happen the way you wanted, no matter how desperately you stuck to the plan. At some point you had to accept that you were doomed. Randall did not accept his fate as he rushed onto the roof with Jenny and the kids. Did not accept his fate as he and Jenny encouraged the children to scream as loudly as they possibly could, jump up, wave their arms, do anything they could to attract attention. Did not accept his fate as he and Clay dragged the air conditioning units to create a barricade against the draculas. Hell, he didn't even accept his fate when Clay had a big-ass gun on him. He'd be fine. He'd recover. He was a lot stronger than the other people who'd transformed. He was a goddamn lumberjack! Even as he vowed to throw himself off the roof if needed, he knew it was an unnecessary promise.
