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[TAKE THE GUN)

[MAKE A RUN FOR IT]

Before Luke could react, I broke out of my frozen stance and lunged for the gun. I nearly had my fingers wrapped around it when I felt a cold, hard blow to my face. I fell to the ground with a grunt, but quickly recovered and tried for the weapon again. Only I was too late.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Are you insane?" Nick yelled. He glared down at me with fierce eyes as I clutched the spot where he'd hit me with the back of his rifle.

"Maybe," I hissed, while trying to ignore the stinging sensation right below my eye.

"Were you gonna try and shoot us?" Luke asked. He didn't look angry like Nick, just shocked as hell. I watched him as he tucked the gun underneath his shirt.

Ignoring the question, I turned to the guy who hit me. "Is that how you treat a lady? Hit her in the face with the back of your gun?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Hey, you're lucky I didn't shoot you, bitch!"

"And now you're calling me a bitch?"

Before he could respond, the door to the cabin swung open. Rebecca marched out with fury, her mouth straightened and brows furrowed. The others followed behind; Pete looking concerned, Carlos looking neutral just like before, and the big guy (who I still didn't know what his name was) looking just plain confused. The only one who wasn't here was the teenage girl.

"What in the name of God is going on out here?" Pete shouted.

Rebecca didn't wait to jump in either. "This girl causing trouble? God damn, I knew she would..."

"If you consider trying to shoot us trouble, then yeah, she's causing a whole lot of fucking trouble!" Nick exclaimed.

Pete turned his gaze to Luke. "This true?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I just dropped my gun and then she tried to-"

Carlos cut him off before he could continue, "We have to kill her or do something to ensure that she won't be a threat to us. I can't have her running loose with my daughter inside."

As if on cue, the girl with the red-framed glasses and sleek black hair stepped onto the porch, her face more curios than frightened.

"Sarah, what'd I say? Stay inside." Carlos demanded. The young girl – who I now know as Sarah (and also Carlos's daughter) – did as she was told, and went back inside immediately. It was almost like she was never here.

"I agree with Carlos," Rebecca said with her hands on her hips. "We can't just let her go."

"But we can't kill her," the dark man beside her contradicted. "She's just a kid."

"I'm eighteen," I snapped, drawing all the attention back towards me.

"You see, Alvin?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I agree with Alvin," Luke said. "Killing her wouldn't make us any better than her. There's gotta be another solution."

Nick frowned at this. "Luke, she was gonna kill us both. Why the hell should we let her live?"

"Because we're the good guys here." Luke shifted his eyes over to me. "And we don't shoot people when things don't go our way."

I looked at Pete. The older man was rubbing the back of his head, as if trying to decide what to contribute to the debate. "You're the swing vote," I said to him tauntingly. Something about him said he wouldn't kill me. "You wanna keep me alive like Luke and Alvin, or do you wanna have me dead like Rebecca and dumbass over here?" I could see Nick close his fists out of the corner of my eye. "Your choice, Pete."

His jaw stiffened before giving his answer. "Nothing's changed," he said. "We lock her in the shed and we keep her there until she smartens up."

"Smarten up? What am I, five?

"I'd watch my tone, young lady. You're not exactly in the position to make snarky comments." I rolled my eyes at this. "Luke, take her to the shed, and this time, don't drop your gun." The younger man nodded in response. "And also take her backpack."

They all turned on their heels and headed back inside, leaving only Luke and myself. He walked me over to the shed. Although I was trailing along behind him, he kept a steady eye on me. I dug at my cuticles, making it seem like I was uninterested, unaffected by all this. I didn't feel desperate like the first time around. Staying in a shed would be an awful lot better than being dead. Maybe I should've ran. Maybe that way I could've gotten myself out of this mess.

Luke opened the door to the shed. I hesitated before stepping in, but I knew there was no way out of this. The door slammed shut behind me, and I was left alone in the dark.

It didn't take long before I got bored and began to scour the place. There wasn't anything interesting in here, unless you had a fascination for fishing, which someone clearly did. I dug through all the junk, and after sliding a tackle box out of the way, I came across a small hole in the wall, covered by a large slab of wood. Maybe this could be my way out.

I tugged on the wood with all my might, but it was nailed in there pretty tight. I needed a hammer or something to get it off with. And so my search continued. There was a shelf on the opposite wall. On top of it was a highlighter yellow handle. I walked over and jumped high so I could reach it. My fingers just barely wrapped around the handle. I grinned as I examined the hammer in my hand, and with it, I returned to the same place as before.

This time, instead of gripping beneath the wood, I hooked the back of the hammer onto each nail and they slipped them out one by one, without a hassle. With that, I squeezed through the tiny gap, my fist still closed around the helpful tool.

It was now dark outside. The cool air caught my face, as I rubbed my arms to keep them warm. I debated whether I should get out of here or go in the cabin and try to get my stuff back. Leaving was the easy way out, but I needed to think long-term. How long would I make it without any food? Without an actual weapon? I also had personal belongings in my backpack which I didn't want to leave behind, no matter how little importance they had. Screw those guys, I'm getting my stuff back.

I snuck across the yard, quickly but quietly so nearby walkers couldn't hear me. There was a couple wandering the nearby woods. The same route as always, I slipped under the porch and into the cold, damp soil. I would have to be very careful this time around. If I were to get caught, they might rethink their past decision, and then I'd be really screwed. All I had to do was find my backpack and maybe my gun if that was an option.

"House meeting in the kitchen!" I heard someone call from above me. I waited a few moments before going inside; enough time for everyone to settle into the kitchen. Once enough time passed, I crept inside the cabin, ready for whatever was waiting inside.

The cabin was quiet like earlier. I would've been more skeptical over this, only everyone was in the kitchen probably discussing what they should do with me. I walked in quietly, and because nosiness got the best of me, I pressed my ear against the kitchen door.

I heard Rebecca snarl, "We can't keep her in that shed forever."

"We're not killing her," Pete said. "I thought I already made that clear."

"Maybe she can earn her way out." This sounded like Luke.

"And how do you suppose we do that?" The deep, Spanish accent made it clear that it was Carlos.

"Maybe we could-"

"Alvin, please!"

The discussion didn't seem to be getting anywhere anytime soon, so I backed away from the kitchen door and wondered where I should go next.

The upstairs hallway was long and creaky. I was hoping that they wouldn't hear my footsteps through the wood. Everything went well so far. I got my gun back – found it lying on the coffee table in the living room. All I needed was my backpack.

I carefully opened the first door on my right. As the opening grew wide, I heard the gasp of a young girl. I readied the gun in my hand as a threat so she wouldn't scream. Her dark eyes were wide with terror.

"Please don't hurt me," Sarah pleaded, hopping off of the bed and clutching a book in her hand. She showed quite a resemblance to Carlos now that I could see her up close.

"I'm not," I said. "Just don't scream, okay?" She nodded, and I tucked the gun under my sweater.

"You're not supposed to be in here," she said, urgency in her tone.

I gave a small chuckle. "Yeah, no shit." She cringed at the swear. "Do you know where my bag is?"

Sarah crossed her arms over her chest. "Why should I tell you?"

"Well...because the quicker you give it to me, the quicker I'll get out of here. And also, remember that I'm the one with the gun."

She frowned. "Follow me." I eyed her as she placed the book on the bed.

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"A book."

"No, really? I thought you were reading a cucumber."

"It's called the Guurgles. It's about trans-dimensional body snatchers."

"How cute."

She smiled, clearly not hearing the sarcasm in my voice. "We're friends, right?"

"What? No! I just met you, we're not friends."

"Please! I haven't met another girl my age since way before."

"We're not even the same age." I shook my head. "Sorry, but no."

Her head hung low. "Alright, fine. I get it," she said sadly. "Just leave me alone."

I stepped closer to her, making myself seem bigger to intimidate her. She was pretty tall for her age, as opposed to me, who just skimmed 5"2. "Listen Sarah, you're going to give me what I asked for unless you want me to tell your daddy I was up here socializing with you."

"Then I'll just tell him the truth," she responded, trying to keep her cool, but her voice was shaky. "I'll tell him how you barged into my room and demanded help."

"M hm, are you also gonna tell him the part where you ask me to swear allegiance to your friendship?" Her lips straightened. "And remember." I pointed to my waist where I kept my gun.

"Fine," she said. I obviously wasn't gonna shoot her (she's only a kid), but this girl seemed pretty gullible and easy to manipulate. She led me down the hallway, all the way to the room on the end. I followed her in, soon to discover my backpack sitting beside the bed. It's purple with two flowers on it; something that a little girl would like. I picked it up and looked inside to make sure that everything was still in there. Surprisingly, no one took out the food I stole from before. I smiled to myself.

"You're welcome," Sarah said.

I shot her a glare. "Why are you still here?"

She bit her lip. "Please go and don't come back," she said with hesitance.

"But I thought we were friends?" I said mockingly.

"Just go."

With that, Sarah returned to her bedroom, remembering to shut the door behind her, and I made my way down the stairs. I glanced over at the kitchen door. It was swinging as if someone had just pushed it open. I reacted quickly, and whipped out my gun. No one was in sight, but then I heard someone shout, "She has a gun!" I didn't have time to see who said it, but Nick rushed out of the kitchen with his rifle at hand. I wasn't certain whether he was going to shoot or not. Panic rushed through me. Should take my chances and put the gun down, or play it safe and pull the trigger?

I needed to make a decision fast.

[SHOOT NICK]

[DON'T SHOOT NICK]

A/N Vote for what you want Clem to do! Fun Fact: If you would've chose to make a run for it, Nick would've shot Clem in the leg. That way she would've been a victim rather than a savage muahahaha Leave a review if you liked this chapter (or didn't) THANKS FOR READING! peeeace