A/N: Dear reader, I'd like to point out that in this story Clementine is NOT 11 but IS 18, Nick is NOT 26 but IS 19. So I've kind of changed their ages around a bit, Luke's age is also of course affected and now Luke is 19. A little complicated-is if I explain too much so I'm going to try and just get down the most important stuff. Yeah,

Here we were. Nick and I holding our bodies against the door to the cellar as if our lives depended on it bangs from walkers pushing us off and having us soon fall back after. I looked up at Nick whose back was pressed up against the door. CRASH! 'Fuck!' I thought as Nick was thrown backwards and we desperately had to push against the doors trying to keep a walker out. Honestly it wouldn't've been so bad had it only been one. But no, it was a herd basically.

"Nick! Find something!" I said clenching my teeth at the hard bangs from the other side of the doors. He got up from his position of holding both doors leaving me having to push both back.

"What're you doing?! Nick?!" I asked worriedly as the walkers head was visible now. I watched as Nick set down a crate and pushed it against the door keeping the walkers out. Although there was still the sound of fists crashing against the door, We were safe. Mostly. I backed away from the door and drew my attention back to Nick who sat down on a chair nearby his grey eyes staring at the floor below him as he seemed to sulk almost. I frowned and walked closer to him sitting down on the hard concrete floor next to him.

"I'm sorry about Pete." I said sympathetically although I didn't really mean it for his sake. The fucker almost tried to shoot my head off! Although I was sad that Pete did die, I just wasn't sad for Nick.

"Whatever." I just barely heard him mutter quietly, Almost as if he were out of breath. "Why'd you leave my uncle?" He asked finally, In a stronger voice as he looked up over to me for the first time today. "Back at the stream." He continued. "Why'd you follow me?"

"Pete... got bit." I said honestly worried about how he might react.

"What?!" He asked his eyes wide as his grey eyes turned back to their ice blue, But then to a shade of worried blue that I'd never seen before.

"He got bit. Back at the stream. He wasn't going to make it." I finished. "What do we do now?" I asked looking up at him, Slightly frowning.

"Fuck if I know." He said quietly.

"If we're stuck here, We should at least look around." I suggested.

"Knock yourself out." He told me still sulking. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. This was just all new kinds of self-pity. The fuck was wrong with him? I had to shoot Lee and I still did shit after that! I could also properly function still!

"Do you think they'll break through that window?" I asked pointing at a small window at the top of the wall. Silence. There were a few other quite unextroardinary objects in the room that had no need to be inspected. I walked behind a small shelf to reveal another that held a piece of plywood over it. I carefully pushed it to the side revealing yet, Another thing. Jars, Tons of 'em. All filled with... Whiskey! I felt my face light up.

"What is that stuff? Lemme see." Nick said, His voice still drained of enthusiasm.

"Whiskey." I said grabbing a jar as I headed back to him. I gave it to him which he, Not even questioning if it was still good, Unscrewed the cover at smelled. His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he took a long swig of it.

"You're not 21." I said half frowning as I crossed my arms. He chuckled slightly as he placed the jar on the table next to him.

"Neither are you, But you knew what that stuff was JUST like me." He said with a small smile. I refused to drink until I was, What the old world called, Legal age.

"Now what?" I asked as he took another drink.

"I don't know. We wait I guess." He said returning to his recent gloomy version of himself. I felt shivers get sent up my spine as I sat down on the rock solid, Freezing floor next to him again. He frowned and put down the jar.

"You cold?" He asked looking down at me.

"It- It's no big deal." I said hugging my arms.

"Well, Just tell me if it becomes a big deal then." He said as he picked up the jar again.

"I'm gonna take a nap." I said, My eyelids already felt heavier from the gloomy room. He nodded which was the last thing I saw before falling into a deep sleep.

CRASH! I felt scared at the sudden noise as I rubbed my eyes looking around to see if a window shattered. Just Nick. Man, Fuck that guy. I stood up still hugging my arms as I walked over to him. He sat sprawled out on the floor next to the shelf of whiskey jars.

"Stop." I said quietly as I looked down at the raven-haired boy named Nick. I liked the slight illumination that the moon gave him. It suited him rather nicely actually, I watched as he threw another jar against the wall. I glared at him as he picked up a third. He was about to throw it and then... he lowered the jar back down to his stomach. I watched him stare angrily down at the floor he was sitting on. His eyes seemed to have tears almost begging to be let out,

"I had to kill my mom." He said breaking the silence. I felt my eyes widen. Shit... I'd never had to do that to a family member. I felt my heart break as he said it, I don't know why, I mean I shouldn't be sympathetic towards a guy who tried to, Once again, Shoot my fucking head off. But I was.

"That... sounds weird when I say it out loud, huh?" He asked looking up at me. I felt my heart sort of... go all speedy-like as our eyes met. It kinda freaked me out. "Luke always used to push me... I never wanted to go into business with him." Nick paused as he focused his eyes on his boots."Just, A case of beer in he said 'Nick, We're burnin' daylight.', And that was that." Nick paused again and bit his lip sending butterflies through my stomach. "I wish I was like him, I wish I could just… keep movin' all the time. I'm just not…. built like that." Nick admitted. I felt…weird around him now.

"You're just drunk-"

"Well that's no kidding!" He interrupted. "Everyone I grew up with… it all… happened to them. Now… it's gonna happen to us." I focused on his mouth as he said this. I didn't quite know WHY exactly, I mean he wasn't saying anything intelligent or whatever, I felt my tongue trace across my bottom lip. He looked up at me and smirked, half confused, half amused.

"Listen Clem, I know I'm sexy and all but-" I scoffed.

"You?! Sexy?!" I asked jaw dropped. "You are like, The antonym to sexy." I said chuckling slightly, "If you wanna see sexy go stare at Luke." I finished. I watched him stifle a laugh.
"You think Luke's hot?" He asked grinning. I felt my face burn red.

"No, And before you ask, I don't have a crush on him either, I'd never wanna date him, I just… extremely appreciate his attractiveness." I finished questioning my own sentence. He gave a smirk and shook his head as he looked away from me licking the roof of his mouth. I felt my heart speed up again. WHAT THE FUCK HEART?!

"Listen, You should go. Make a run for it. The others ain't gonna find us here."

"What about you?" I asked actually concerned for him for once.

"I'm gonna stay… I'm tired." He answered letting his eyes fall shut, Slowly, and then all at once.

"Uh, HELL NAW! You're coming with me." I said grabbing his hand. I felt him tense up as I did that. I raised an eyebrow at him, His eyes now open wide as his face turned slightly pinkish while I pulled him up.

"Skittish or crushing?" I asked a grin spread across my face. He blushed harder and looked down at his feet silently.

"Yeah, Uh, Okay." I said in a stupid voice letting go of his hand. He slowly opened the doors after pulling away the crate. Peeking through at first.

"Ladies first." He said with a small gulp as he squinted outside. I rolled my eyes and walked out, Nick following after me. Just as soon as we had gotten out a walker turned the corner almost taking a chomp out of Nick.

"Nick look out!" I shouted while pointing behind him.

"Fuck!" He said under his breath as he threw his jar of whiskey at it sending it cascading to the ground. The shatter noise attracted a few more nearby.

"Shit… Get outta here!" He urged as he began walking away from me back towards the cellar.

"No way, You're coming with me!" I said grabbing on to his arm. He got out my grasp.

"I said get outta here!" He shouted sending me back. I felt hurt, Which was unusual because I learned not to let Nick bug me, But this time it hurt. Huh. I started running away sadly as I heard him shouting for all the others' attention. "Hey c'mon you crazy fucks! Look at me!" He shouted waving his arms in the air slightly jumping.