"I had to kill my mom."

Clementine's gaze widened at Nick, the asshole who tried to shoot her down when they first met. She didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or what. She had had to shoot Lee but he wasn't her mother, or her father. He was a stand in father but not her actual father and Clementine couldn't help but feel sorry for Nick after hearing what he'd just said.

"Sounds weird when I say it out loud, huh?" Nick asked staring at his boots as he used his little energy to stay slumped against the wall of the dimly lit cellar. "Luke always used to push me. I never wanted to go into business with him. I remember when he sold me on it. His big plan. Some fuckin' plan. A case of beer in he just said 'Nick, we're burnin daylight!' and that was that." Nick took the cover off of the jar that was nestled against his stomach. "After six months, we were flat broke. But I didn't care. We were havin' fun." Nick took a tiny pause as he let his gaze turn into more of a dazed stare while looking at the hard concrete floor beneath the two. He took a gulp of whiskey making Clementine roll her eyes as she stood above him. After a long while of silence Nick returned his original thought. "I wish I was like him. I wish I could just keep movin' all the time. I'm just not... built like that." He said finally. "Everyone I grew up with. It all... happened to them." He took another sip. "And now it's going to happen to us." He said letting his ice blue eyes look over to Clementine. Clementine carefully sat down next to him as she let her head slump down on to his shoulder. She felt him tense up but soon return to normal.

"We're all so fucked." He said after a moments' pause. "This whole world is fucked."

"We'll make it."

"Bullshit." Nick said scooting away from the girl. His gaze was vicious and hurting, not hurting to her but as if he were holding in all the pain instead of letting it out. "I mean what's the point? We'll just march to some new place and somebody else'll die. It's never gonna stop. And eventually, it'll be our turn." Nick said letting his back slump against the wall again. He took a drink before saying something else. "I can't believe we've been here a day. A DAY. It's been a day, right?" He asked that same depressed-drunk look on his face. "Hey kid, have a drink with me." He said handing a jar of whiskey to her. "It's probably gonna be your first, and your last." He said with an adorable chuckle afterwards. Clementine took the jar and very gracefully took a swig of it after clinking her jar against Nick's and talking about 'Peter Joesph Randall' in which Clementine had previously known as Pete.

"How can you drink that stuff without having to pee?" Clementine asked as she squinted at the wall in front of them, she'd had drinks before the apocalypse and had always had this question.

"You don't just NOT have the urge to pee. You kinda hold it or... whatever." Nick explained as he shifted uncomfortably. It fell silent between the two, all that you could hear being their breaths that seemed to be almost timed perfectly to synchronize in and out as the moonlight from the small window above them danced upon the harsh gray concrete beneath them.

"Listen. They're not comin' for us. You should go. Run for it." Nick said.

"Wh- What're you gonna do?" Clementine asked fear spread in her eyes as she looked to her right at the raven haired boy.

"Stay here. I'm tired." He replied letting his eyes fall shut while setting down his jar next to him. Clementine crossed her arms as she pouted even though he couldn't see.

"You know I'm not leaving without you, right?" Clementine asked putting a hand on Nick's shoulder. Nick opened his eyes surprised as his face fell pink.

"Wasn't I the guy that tried ta shoot off your goddamned head? Why would you want me around?" Nick asked confused.

"Yes, yes you were. And I won't forget that." Clementine said letting her hand fall off his shoulder and back on to her lap. "But with your shitty aim..." she began as she cracked a half smile. Nick smiled back and rolled his eyes.

"You should be thankin' me for my 'shitty aim'." He said still smiling slightly. "Why aren't you gonna leave me then?" He asked still slightly confused after a few moments.

"You're my spark filled with hope." Clementine explained as she placed her right hand on top of his left one. Nick felt his face burn red as he looked away, pulling his hat's visor down to hide his face. Clementine stifled a laugh as she took her hand off of his. All Nick was thinking though was "I ain't never washing that hand again." as he very protectively placed it on his lap. A small smile etched across his face as Clementine used her forefinger to lift Nick's visor from covering his face.

"I've broken but never mended." He said quietly. Clementine almost shouted as she perked up happily.

"Nah you were just blinded by-"

"The light." They both finished at the same time. Nick chuckled as Clementine smiled widely at him.

"Lets agree to be each others' flares, Okay?" Nick asked.

"Okay." Clementine answered as she got to her feet. She grabbed Nick's hand forcefully pulling him to his feet with a large JOLT feeling.

"Now look, if we get separated. The cabin's only a half mile from here. You can't miss it." Nick said.

"We aren't going to get separated." Nick stifled a half-laugh half-scoff at the girl.

"You really are into believing that but the world..."

"Is not a wish granting factory." They both finished again.

"Ya know I have the feeling we would've been good friends if it hadn't've been the apocalypse that we'd met in." Clementine said as the two pulled the crate away from blocking the doors that creaked when opened. The two began out the cellar as stealthily as possible when a walker turned the corner moaning and groaning away, it's hissing taking up most of it's vocal chords as far they could tell. The walker tried to grab at Clementine when... CRASH!

"Heh fuck you, motherfucker!" Nick shouted as the walker fell to the ground. A few, and by a few I mean four, noticed and began speeding up closer to the duo.

"Oh shit..." Nick said as the two began to be cornered, their backs a few feet away from the cellar doors. "Hey! Over Here!" Nick shouted as he waved his arms in the air whilst jumping after running a few feet away from Clementine to insure her safety, by a few this time I mean like 15. "C'mon you fucks! Look at me!" Nick shouted again as the sky shone pink and lavender behind him being cut up by the tall pine trees' ridged edges. Clementine thought the illumination effect they were giving Nick suited him quite well but now was not the time for a "How-to show natural beauty" documentary.

"Get the fuck outta here!" Nick urged as the walkers began slowly limping towards him. Clementine immediately began sprinting to Nick to grab his arm only to be pushed back and harshly told that she was said to 'Get the fuck outta here.'

"We aren't getting sepa-"

"JUST GO!" Nick shouted. "I'll- I'll be fine." Nick told her punching a walker down sending it to create a domino effect of three behind it. Then it was silent between the two roaming ones that had not reanimated yet. Silent, but not awkward. Clementine was currently in little danger as she watched the slight sunlight shine against Nick's glossy ice blue eyes. Beautiful, yet so simple.

"CLEMENTINE!" Nick almost shrieked, his voice broken as he ran behind her and punched a walker behind her down to the ground. "If you are gonna kill anyone-" Nick got down and started punching it more. "It's gonna be me mother fucker!" He shouted as he smashed the walkers' head in with his foot.

"Nick we gotta get outta here!" Clementine urged grabbing on to his arm. She watched his arm become even more tense then it already was.

"You- You go! I got this! Don't worry 'bout me!" He shouted sending her back into the forest. She watched him kick each of the walkers that was in his way 's knee sending them all cascading into the ground for a short while. Clementine began running through the forest as a question echoed through her head. Okay? 'No, it's not okay.' Clementine thought to herself as she ended her journey slightly outside the cabin. She huffed and panted as she leaned over her now weak legs catching her breath.