-Clem's POV-
I hugged Zach as tight as I could, feeling him do the same.
"Who is this?" I heard Luke whisper to the cabin group behind me. No one answered, as no one knew that this was my brother. The hug finally broke and when it did, I saw Zach crying a little bit, happy that we were reunited.
"I thought you were dead," I said, my voice cracking a little, and Zach scoffed slightly.
"I thought the same thing of you, Clem," he said, a little relief present in his voice.
"This is Clementine?" A young woman, probably around the same age as my brother, asked, stepping up a little. Zach nodded in response. "He's told me so much about you!" She said excitedly, looking at me. "Well, from what he could remember."
"Yeah I didn't get to see you a whole lot, huh?" Zach sighed, looking down a little, then his eyes looked back up at me quickly. "Do you know if mom and dad are ok?"
"They're..." I started to say with a low voice, but knew I didn't have to finish since Zach quickly recognized my somber tone and knew that they were dead when I sounded like that.
"When did you find out?" He asked with a bitter expression on his face.
"A long time ago. Three months after this all started, maybe."
Zach looked down and crossed his arms, but then looked back up. "Well at least you're ok."
"I'm sorry," I heard Luke say from behind me and I turned around. "But who is this?"
"This is Zach, my brother," I said, smiling a little and looking back at Zach, who was also smiling.
"Nice to meet you all," he said, still smiling but not in a super happy voice. It was a little stiff and cautious sounding.
"Well, how about everyone comes on while i start dinner. We'd love to have you all in," a balding man behind Zach said.
"Sounds good Walt," Zach replied and nodded towards the front door to the ski lodge we were all outside of. "Everyone, if you'll follow me." He walked into the ski resort and we all followed behind him. "You can all set your stuff down there," he said and pointed to the floor, near a bench attached to a half wall.
"The hell we will," Rebecca snorted and Nick spoke up as well.
"Yeah, I'm holding onto my rifle, thanks."
"You're our guests here," the balding man, Walt, said from behind Zach. "There's no need to worry."
"Then tell him to put his gun down, then," Nick said, pointing to Zach. I looked back to Zach, who held his rifle tightly in one hand by the neck of the gun.
"Zach?" Walter said, asking him to put his gun down.
Zach looked to my cabin group, and then to me and his rigid body seemed to loosen. He bit his inner lip and I recognized that look on his face. It was the look I saw when I was younger when he'd swallow his pride. He looked to me.
"You obviously have good judgement, as I know," he said and set his gun down against a column nearby. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Nick. "Your turn." Nick set his gun down, and everyone, including myself, set all of the rest of our supplies down on the ground.
"You guys can follow me and I'll show you where you can all sleep," the young woman with dirty blonde hair from earlier said. Zach looked to me, though, and nodded towards a couch by a fireplace. I followed him wile everyone else followed the young woman. Zach sat down on the couch and I sat next to him.
"Wow," he laughed and looked at me. "You look so much different."
"You too," I said, which was true. He looked more muscular, his hair was cut shorter from what I remember, and he looked a little older.
"You're not such a little girl anymore, huh?" He smiled and I shook my head, agreeing with him. "How old are you? Do you even know?"
"11," I answered and Zach nodded.
"11," he repeated. "Wow. I think I'm 22, close to 23..." His voice got lower and trailed off a little. He seemed to be looking off into space. He snapped out of it and looked back to me. "So, how'd you end up here?"
"It's kind of a long story..." I sighed. Zach smiled and leaned back a little on the couch.
"We got time," Zach said.
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"I met a guy named Lee" (A)
"I had a few groups here and there" (B)
"I don't really wanna talk about it" (C)
-Stay silent- (D)
