Hello, everyone! PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE

I present to you, This is it, The Apocalypse, that ventures the life of Clara Evans, Nick Clark's girlfriend. Please give this story a chance. It encompasses the entire first season, in Clara's point-of-view. I will be writing another after Season 2.

To everyone who reads Leia: Goddess of Thunder and Heiress: Thank you for supporting me, I appreciate it but I feel like these two fanfic babies are precious and I really brainstorm on everything, character developments, dialogues, and the like. So, please be patient. UNI sucks.

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I do not own Fear the Walking Dead, and the chapter names are lyrics to Matchbox20's How Far We've Come.

Without further ado, This is it, The Apocalypse.

Chapter 1: At the Start of the End of the World

I woke up to the knocking on the door. There was a huge urge to ignore it and just sink further into the comforts of the bed, but when I heard my name being called repeatedly, I groaned.

"Clara!"

"What!"

"You're gonna be late for school!"

I sighed, slumping down the bed. Opening an eye, I struggled to look at the bed across the room. Empty. Alicia was already out. "God damn it," I cursed, reluctantly peeling myself off the bed.

I opened the door, to see Travis wrapping his arms around Madison's waist. Squinting, I held out a yawn, causing the two of them to look at me. "Clara," Madison lifted a plate of loaf, "Come have breakfast."

Madison and Travis were kind enough to let me crash in their place for about a week. My parents were gone for almost a month after winning an All-Expense-Paid-Round-the-World-Trip ticket. Mom and Dad were really excited, but it was only a trip for two. Besides, I refused to go. I had school anyway. Alicia wasn't in sight, I noticed, so she must be in the bathroom. She was like my younger sister, having known each other for almost five years. Lately, I felt like she was becoming like a true sister to me, with me living with them and all of us trying to get some news on Nick.

The shrill ringing of the phone caused all three of us to stare at it, hoping that it would be Nick. I hadn't seen him in about a month, not since he decided to disappear one day after college. Alicia, still wrapped in a towel, brown hair dripping wet, stood beside me. "Is that Nick?" she whispered. I said nothing.

Travis picked the phone up, said his hello. After listening to the other end of the phone, he thanked them and hung up. We looked at him expectantly.

"Travis," I said, softly, "Is it him?"

He turned to Madison. "No. It's the hospital. He's…he's been in an accident."

Madison groaned, half in despair, half in relief. She turned and hurriedly stuffed the bread back into its plastic, turning to me and Alicia, "You two, get ready. We're going to the hospital."

I turned to Travis, "Nick, is he alright?"

He shrugged, "He's alive."

I took a quick shower and just threw on whatever was on the top of the closet. Alicia has somehow emptied a quarter of her closet and replaced it with the clothes I left when I stayed there sometimes. Usually though, before, my clothes were mostly in Nick's room.

Nick and I met when we were fourteen. It was a pivotal year for the both of us; Nick was trying to deal with their dad's death and me trying to adjust to having moved to Los Angeles. We grew close, after Madison introduced themselves to my family and Nick got forced into helping us carry our stuff into the house. Somewhere in between us carrying the sala set and all my books, I found out that we were gonna be in the same school and class together. I kept following him around school on my first day. But it wasn't until he drunkenly climbed up my room through the window and asked me out to prom (and falling down the said window) did I realize what kind of year I was in for.

Madison used to tell me that I was one of the things anchoring Nick to the ground. Now, as I passed his empty room, I don't know if it's true.

We squeezed into the car, Alicia was complaining about the bread. Travis was reminding me about the university's rule on unexcused absences and I waved it off with a thanks, telling him that I would attend my classes the next day.

I couldn't believe I was going to see Nick again.

Alicia and I were trailing behind Travis as Madison got filled in with Nick's condition. Normally, I would be the first to go through the door, but now, I wasn't so sure if I was ready. I haven't seen him in a month, and now I just hear him getting run over by cars?

"You still wanna work here?" Alicia asked me. I gave her a shrug. I have an aunt, Irene Stanley, an anesthesiologist, who worked in that particular hospital as well. Sometimes, she came to the university during some forums on pharmaceutical drugs and the like. My mind wasn't even clear anymore. It was shrouded with the thought of being near Nick again, me thinking of what to say to him. In front of me, I heard the nurse say that the police were there. We proceeded, the nurse watching us walk passed him.

Madison was looking pissed as she snapped at the police officers to get out of the room. I was on the doorway, leaning against the frame. Alicia was standing in front of me, blocking myself from his view. There he was, looking tired as shit, head bruised, hands tied to the side of the bed. The nurse was said that witnesses found him delusional on the road, 'running in traffic with intent'. The officers glanced at me for a second, then one asked, "You his sister?"

"Girlfriend," I corrected.

"Best if you stay away," he whispered conspiratorially, "That kid looks fucked up."

I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his mother trying her best not to yell at him after he said a quip.

"Can you just leave me alone?" I heard him whine.

"There's an idea," Alicia remarked.

Travis turned to her. "Alicia, not helpful." She looked at him, pissed, "I'm not trying to help."

Madison turned to her daughter, "You know what? Go to the car. Go. Take Clara with you."

I saw Nick's eyes widening, "Clara's here?" He was straining his neck to find me.

At that moment, Travis told everyone to calm down, Nick deliriously telling us to leave him alone. I wasn't sure if he did see me, but I remained there, silent.

Alicia sighed in exasperation and turned to leave the room. "Let's go." She pulled at my arm.

"No," I shook my head, whispering to her, "I'm gonna stay here for a little while." Alicia nodded and walked out of the room.

Travis' phone rang, and he left, excusing himself. Madison glanced at me, as I was still leaning against the doorframe, neither in nor out of the room. She moved to sit on Nick's bed, whispering to him.

I saw Nick slightly shaking his head, "Can I…uh…can I talk to Clara for a minute, mom?" He turned to look at me, and in his face I saw relief. Maybe he was relieved to see me stay, unlike his sister. Madison looked at me, and the look on her face was asking permission. Is it okay if my son wants to talk to you? I gave her a slight nod, and she leaned in to kiss Nick's forehead and excused herself.

Now, it was just me and him. Me neither out nor in.

"Clara." His voice sounded faint, and so fatigued, that I was worried that he might pass out. He was drawling the words that came out of his mouth and I was scared to talk to him in fear that he might be even more fatigued. "Come inside."

Slowly, I walked towards him and stopped at the foot of the bed. From there I could see his restraints, his bruises, and his tired, pale face in full view. His hair was unwashed and unkept, and he was wearing a goddamn smile like he wasn't hospitalized and restrained at all.

"Hi, baby."

I closed my eyes to the sound of his voice. "Don't," I shook my head at him.

His smile dropped when he saw what I wanted him to see. I was relieved to see him, yes, but I was also disappointed, angry, sad.

"You were gone for a month," I said to him. He turned away, exhaling from his nose. "You were gone for a month, and you just say 'hi, baby' like this is something I should be happy about?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but I knew it was going to be some kind of bullshit apology. I didn't want to hear it, not now. "Look, I'm sor—"

"I knew where you were, Nicholas." I told him. He grimaced when I called him by his full name, knowing that it meant that I was upset. "Gloria? Is she familiar?"

He stiffened. "You know her?"

I nodded. "Three weeks ago, a student from my program approached me at the library. She said she knew where you were and she'd tell me if I get her something from Dr. Stanley's clinic. I didn't know why she'd think that I knew Dr. Stanley, but then you must have told her about my aunt.

"You've been gone for a month, Nicholas, shooting up heroin and fucking Gloria Anderson. Then you smile at me now and say 'hi baby'?"

Suddenly, the door threw open and there was Madison and a nurse. I turned to excuse myself from them and left the room, ignoring Nick's soft and tired pleas to keep me a little longer.

"Hey," Alicia was sitting on a chair, feet curled under her body. She pulled out an earbud, "Where are you going?"

"Just coffee."

"You staying here?" She inclined her head to the door of Nick's ward.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'm gonna go visit Aunt Irene for a moment. You wanna come?"

"No, I'm good." She replaced her earbud and waved a little.

After getting my coffee, I was walking to the nurses' station with a coffee cup on one hand and a phone against my ear. I tried calling the number my mother and father gave me two days ago—they're in Berlin for a couple days—but there was no answer. I tried calling it again as I stood in front of the station. "Good morning, is Dr. Stanley in?"

The blonde nurse looked from her computer, "Yes, who are you?"

"Just her niece."

The nurse nodded, "She's in Anesthesia."

I said my thanks and went to go see my aunt.

Aunt Irene and I weren't particularly close; she's my Dad's sister and an accomplished person at a young age. She was in her mid-thirties and unmarried. She had that fiery red hair that she always tied down to a ponytail, and glasses, which made her look smarter than she already was. I rarely got to see her, mostly because she was in the hospital for, sometimes, more than two days straight. Also, she lived on the other side of the city. Now, it never hurt to visit, my dad has asked her to reach out to me while they were gone. Dad had actually asked Madison to check up on me while they were gone, of course, but Aunt Irene was still my aunt.

"Hey, Clara," she greeted from her table, smiling at me. "Hi, Aunt Irene." I gave her a short wave. There were other doctors in the department as well, but they were either resting, or too busy.

"You skipped school?"

"Yeah," I nodded, my head down. I didn't want to tell her about Nick, she never liked him. Not that her opinion mattered, but she just didn't want me associating with 'guys who use the pain to escape and neglect the people they love'. But by the look on her face, she had figured it out. "It's Nick. We found him."

"I know. I heard." She whispered. I said nothing. "Look, Clara, I know I said this a lot of times but Nick is—"

"Bad news," I finished for her. "I know. You did say that a lot of times."

"You never listen, Clara."

I sighed, starting to get annoyed by the tone she was using on me. Like she was talking to a child, explaining again and again that they only get mad at you because they love you. "Look, I just wanted to ask if you could come over for dinner. The house is completely empty—and mom…" I sighed, "She's not answering the phone."

"Where do you sleep then?"

"Madison's."

"Right." She grimaced. "Clara, honey, I'm working my ass here for days. With the flu going on—I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"Okay," I shrugged, "See you soon, I guess."

She nodded. "Call me."

I returned to Nick's room—which he was sharing with an old man—to find that Travis wasn't there. He texted me earlier that he'll be staying to keep watch of Nick and to inform me that he got me some clothes if I wanted to stay for the night. The person on the bed saw me and drew a smile. "Hey bab—Clara."

"Where the hell is Travis?"

He gave a small shrug. "I think he went to the church. We shoot up there."

From this I figured that he told Travis some elaborate lie so that he could be gone for some time. "Jesus Christ, Nick, what did you tell him now? You were hallucinating! You were high."

"I just…" he sighed, voice dropping down to a whisper. "Just want to know if I saw was real. Okay? Because if it's all in head…then I'm going—like—batshit crazy."

I stare at him, noticing how tired he was looking, and moved to the right side of his bed. "How about you rest up, yeah?"

His right hand reached for my own and he squeezed it. My heart jumped from the contact. I haven't seen him, nor felt his touch for a month now, and yet, he still had an effect on my body. Nick closed his eyes and hummed. "I missed you, baby. I'm sorry."

I gingerly swept the hair from his forehead, relieved that color was coming back to him, albeit slowly. I leaned over and pressed a kiss on his forehead and smiled when I saw him visibly relax. I slowly detached my hand from his, and sat on the chair near the window.