Chapter 1
Clem=18
Nick=24
Clem's POV
"What's the plan here Nick?" I asked. We had just found this shed after we ran from the river, a lot of walkers had attacked us and me and Nick just ran. Pete was bit, there was nothing that we could do. I felt that Nick blamed me for it.
We were trying to hold the door so the walkers couldn't get in, suddenly Nick walked away,
"What are you doing!? Nick!?"
The shed door then opened more, I tried to push the door shut but there were too many walkers, we are so screwed. Suddenly, the door was slammed shut, Nick had pushed a heavy crate up against the door. I sighed, thank god. "F#cking hell Nick." Nick just glared at me.
It was silent for a bit before Nick spoke up,
"Why'd you leave my uncle?"
"He was bit. There was nothing I could do." I said a bit more harshly than I meant. I folded my arms and looked around. I noticed that Nick's face had dropped.
"Everything is so f#cked." He said.
"We can't just sit here. We should at least try to find something that could help us." I stated.
"Be my guest." God he was an asshole. I searched the shed, nothing but nuts and bolts. I then noticed a sheet that was covering a part of a shelf. It's probably nothing. I lifted the sheet and there sat around 20 jars or so of some sort of liquid.
"Lemme see that." Nick said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed one of the jars, I tossed it to Nick and he swiftly caught it. He quickly opened the jar and smelt it, "Damn. It's whiskey." He then took a large gulp and sighed.
I felt my eyes get heavy, I sat down with my back up against a nearby box. I pulled my hat down over my eyes and I closed them.
A few hours later
I woke up to the sound if glass smashing, my vision was a blurry but I could see jars flying across the room hitting the far wall. I stood up and walked to where the jars were coming from. Of course it was Nick, he must be drunk. I folded my arms and angrily glared at him, he instantly threw another jar at the wall,
"What the f#ck are you doing?" I asked. After a moment of silence he said,
"I had to kill my mom. Sounds weird when I say it out load." I put my arms down by my sides. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Luke always used to push me, I never wanted to go into business with him."
"Nick. You are just drun-" I began but then he cut me off,
"I remember when he sold me on it. His big plan, some f#ckin plan." I sighed and sat down next to him on the cold floor. "A case o' beer and he told me 'Nick we're burning daylight' and that was that." He opened another jar of whiskey and said "after six months. We were flat broke. But I didn't care. We were having fun. Everyone I grew up with it all... Happened to them. And now. It's gonna happen to us." My eyes widened.
"We will make it." I said.
"Bullsh#t." He replied quickly. "What's the point? We'll just march to some new place and somebody else will die." He said as he took a gulp of whiskey.
I put my hand on his shoulder, "don't talk like that Nick." I knew he was drunk, he probably wouldn't remember anything that happened tonight by tomorrow. He sighed and looked at me, I never really noticed how shiny his eyes were. They were a pure icy blur colour. I felt lost looking in his eyes, I blinked quickly and I looked at the ground.
"So. When was the last time you had a drink?" He asked me.
"Err- well I- I've never had a drink before. Yeah when I was like ten I accidentally took a sip of my dad's beer but no. I have never had a proper drink." His eyes widened and he handed me a jar,
"Wanna sip?" I took the jar slowly and brought it too my lips, I took a small sip and GOD it was strong. It made me cough like crazy. He chuckled and he took a big gulp of whiskey.
"F#ck. That is strong," I said as I examined the jar. I took another sip, it may be strong but it did taste good. I took another sip, then another and another. Nick shook his head at me,
"I like how you almost choked on it yet you finish a whole jar." I rolled my eyes and placed the jar on the ground next to me. God, I was so tired. I could feel my eyes trying to force themselves to shut. Suddenly, Nick had pulled me closer to him and he said, "Sleep kid."
"I'm not a kid, Nick!" He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." I closed my eyes. I was uncomfortable from sitting on a hard floor. I felt myself cuddle closer to Nick, I felt him tense up but I didn't care. I just needed sleep.
In the morning
I opened my eyes slowly and I noticed the sun gleaming through a nearby window. I then looked to my right and I noticed that I was still next to Nick. I quickly moved away and stood up, I adjusted my hat and I walked towards the window, I looked our of it and I saw a lot of walkers outside. Too many to handle. We might have to stay in this shed for another day just so the walkers can thin out.
I turned around and I looked at Nick, he was still sleeping. I had only known Nick for about three days, and on the first day I met him he almost shot me.
I could hear Nick snoring faintly, it felt quite relaxing.
Nick suddenly woke up and rubbed his head,
"F#ck."
"Hangover?" I asked.
"Hangover."
A/N:
Thanks for reading my first chapter! I hope you liked it and I can't wait to write more for it.