This fanfic takes place from the perspective of Luke from TWDG, Saying this now so it doesn't confuse you later on.

9 years, Had passed, Since me & Clem met when she was 11, The apocalypse was still happening, "No-one exterminated 'em yet I guess." That's what Nick always said. It was around 1:45 & I was still awake, Clem & I found some batteries, Put em in Pete's old watch which surprisingly still was on time. I couldn't sleep, So instead I stayed up listening to the quietness all around while eating a bowl of oatmeal, Oatmeal was my favorite, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs walking down, I had let my feelings unbottle earlier, Swore all up and down, Cried my eyes out, And boy I tell you, I was NOT quiet about it either.

"Heeeeey man." I heard a quiet drowsy voice call out to me. It was Nick's.

His voice startled me at first and I jumped up when I first heard him.

"Why you actin' like jumping bean today?" He asked with a dazed & tired look on his face.

"I 'em, I, It's nothin' Nick, go back to bed."

"Luke if something's goin' on I want to talk about it, You can trust me, Luke" he said giving me that cute little guilt trip smirk he always makes when he wants to get information out of me.

I stayed silent for awhile, Regaining confidence slowly I stood up, I was in my bed attire, Brown-Orange usual shirt with sleeves pulled down instead of rolled up. Boxer Briefs. I looked like a mess, Hair thrown back, Bruised face from the earlier bandit incident. Then it happened.