Son of a Tyrant Chapter 2, a walking dead fanfic

A/N: I want to thank everyone for their reviews on the first chapter. Sorry, I'm not usually a review freak but the last Walking Dead fanfiction I did kind of got mixed results. I had no idea if you guys liked it or hated it. Either way, I'll try not to butcher this fanfiction.

"I need a doc-" A voice said and Nick jumped. With his finger pressed against the trigger, he fired and grazed Keith in the shoulder. He yelped in pain and the impact forced him to the ground. "Keith!" Clementine exclaimed as her eyes widened in horror. Keith laid on the ground clutching his arm and whimpered in pain.

"Dammit boy!" Pete scolded Nick. "Why'd you do that for?" He wrestled the gun away from his nephew's grasp.

"Hey, she surprised me. It's not my fault." Nick said.

The door to the cabin swung open and Luke exclaimed, "Whoa, whoa! What the fuck!" He then ran towards the group.

"You idiot! Every lurker for five miles probably heard that." Rebecca snapped at Nick.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted that dumb fuck dead." Nick replied as he gestured to Keith. Meanwhile, Keith hissed and whimpered in pain.

"Clementine, Blake, are you both alright?" Luke asked. He noticed Keith on the ground and said, "Nick, you asshole! You shot Blake!"

"Luke, his name is not Blake." Rebecca said. "It's Keith."

"Wait, Keith? Like Keith Carver?" Luke asked.

"Fucking duh." Rebecca said.

"Please, we need a doctor." Clementine begged the group.

"I don't think so." Rebecca spat. "You're fucking lying to us about a dog biting you and that brat will only tell Bill where we're at. We should just kill them."

A middle-aged man approached Clementine and he said, "Let me take a look at her arm."

Clementine was unsure and looked to Luke for confirmation to trust the man. "It's alright. He's a doctor." Luke said. He turned and walked over to Keith. He extended his hand out and helped him up as the boy grunted in pain.

"Luke, get the fuck away from him." Nick snapped.

"Look, I don't care if he is Carver's son. That doesn't mean that he is some scum of the earth like his old man." Luke argued. "He saved that girl, Clementine, from drowning."

"He also saved me from dying from hypothermia." Clementine said. She then cringed as the doctor continued to examine her arm.

"Whatever it was, it got you good." The doctor said.

Nick glared at Clementine, and he went up to Luke. "This isn't how we do things, man. When you're bit, you get put down. End of story! I'm not going through this again!" Nick said.

"No one's suggesting that." Luke said as he raised his hands up in surrender.

"We could take her arm off." Pete said. Clementine gasped but Pete continued, "I know that worked for a cousin down in Ainsworth. We can try that."

"It won't do any good." Rebecca said. "We'll just waste more supplies that way… supplies that we need."

"Yeah, and besides, no one is going to volunteer to do that!" Nick exclaimed.

"I would if it meant saving her life." Pete said.

"You don't want to do something you'll regret. Better to be sure, right?" Clementine said.

Pete smiled and he said, "Come on, she weighs as much as a sack of flour. We can take her if it comes to that?" Clementine was relieved to hear that Pete changed his mind on cutting off her arm, but she was still worried about getting her arm stitched and cleaned up.

"And what about him?" Nick said as he glared at Keith.

"He's injured. We got to help him." Pete said.

"The hell we will." Rebecca spat.

"You and I are in the same boat." Keith said to Rebecca. "Carver's trying to hunt me down, too."

"That's fucking bullshit." Nick snapped at Keith.

"Who are they?" A young girl asked from the porch door. She wore a pair of red thick rimmed glasses with a blue jacket, blue jeans and black boats.

"Sarah, what did I say? Stay inside." The doctor said. The girl nodded and she retreated back into the house.

"I don't mean to be any trouble." Clementine said. "I just want to clean the wound and then we're gone. You'll never see us again."

"No way! Keith ain't going with you, if anything we should just fucking shoot him!" Nick exclaimed.

"Yes, we should." Rebecca said.

"Nick!" Pete exclaimed.

"No!" Clementine exclaimed.

The doctor got up and said, "We aren't doing anything. They'll both stay in the shed tonight. If she's alive in the morning, I'll fix her wound. We'll hold a meeting on what to do with Keith."

"But my arm… it needs cleaned, stitched and bandaged." Clementine said.

"The girl is in bad shape, Carlos." Luke said.

"We have all that stuff inside the cabin. We should probably get by with-" The stocky man said but he was interrupted by Rebecca.

"Alvin please." Rebecca said.

"But yeah, we can't do nothing." Alvin said.

"I'm not wasting supplies on a lurker bite. If it turns out that you are telling the truth, then I'll clean it and stitch it for you in the morning." Carlos said. He then looked over to Keith and said, "And I don't want you anywhere near my daughter."

"But…" Clementine said. However, Carlos walked away from the two children.

"I'm sorry but that's about the best that you're going to get." Luke said.

Nick went up to retrieve his rifle and Pete said, "Finger off the trigger son and try not to shoot anyone this time."

"I'm not your son." Nick snapped and he took the rifle from his uncle.

"Come on man, don't be like that." Luke said to Nick.

"Don't worry about it." Pete said. "He has his mom's temper."

"Come on." Nick said and gestured the two children to the shed with his rifle.

They went toward it as Rebecca said, "This is a waste of time; you'll see. And when it happens, I'm not going to be the one cleaning it up."

"Keith are you going to be okay?" Clementine asked.

"The shot only grazed me, but I'm still worried that it's going to get infected. If anything, I'm more worried about you. That bite doesn't look good." Keith replied.

"Why did you lie to me and Pete back there?" Luke inquired as he crossed his arms over his chest and sent a glare toward the boy.

"Lying and deceit is what a typical Carver knows how to do." Nick spat.

"I'm sorry but I knew if I told you who I really was, I would have gotten shot." Keith said.

"You don't know that." Luke snapped.

"Oh really? Because I just got shot two minutes ago." Keith said with a glare.

Luke sighed knowing that Keith was right and his arms fell to his side. "My arm really hurts." Clementine said. She couldn't help it; the pain was throbbing and it didn't help having someone mess with it and didn't bother to do anything else.

"I don't know what to do for you. Just try to hold out till morning." Luke replied. They finally arrived to the shed and Luke opened up the door. Inside, the shed was almost empty, with the exception of a tacklebox, a workbench, an anchor, and some lumber.

Keith and Clementine hesitated to enter the shed until Nick got behind them and gestured them to get in. Having no choice, Clementine and Keith obliged, and they went into the shed. Luke closed the doors and an argument could be heard outside the door. "Why are we doing this? It's so dumb." Nick inquired.

"Because it's safer this way and we want to be sure." Luke replied.

"You know that little shit is working for Carver?" Rebecca inquired.

"We don't know anything yet." Luke replied.

"Luke, you idiot." Rebecca exclaimed. "He's deceiving you and you're falling for it…" The conversation soon faded which left both children in silence.

Keith sat down and leaned against some of the lumber while using his right hand to press against his wounded arm. Clementine crossed her arms over her chest and she asked, "Who's Carver?"

Keith didn't respond; he instead looked to the wall and sighed. "Keith, I can't help you if you don't tell me who this Carver guy is. I heard that he is your dad but… that's all I know." Clementine said.

It was a long minute until Keith replied, "William Carver was my dad, but then when the apocalypse happened… he changed. He started to beat me and mom all the time. One day, my mom told him that she wanted nothing to do with him and she started to date this guy named Derrick. He was nice and cared about me. More importantly, he made mom really happy, which made me happy. I actually had a family again until a couple days ago, mom, Derrick, Carver, Troy, and I went foraging…" Keith started to tear up but he continued, "Troy shot Derrick from behind, killing him instantly. Bill then grabbed my mom from behind and…" Keith started to sob as the painful memories ran through his head. "…and he let a walker chomp down on her. She yelled for me to run and I did. Troy was close behind but I out-maneuvered him. I know what happens when you get bit. There was no hope for her… My dad killed my mom…"

Clementine got down in front of him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." Clementine said.

Keith looked up with tearful eyes and he hugged her. He cried on her shoulder as Clementine shushed him and rocked him. After a while, Keith separated from her and he said, "I'm sorry, I know I need to get stronger. I guess I never really mourned for my mom or Derrick until now."

"It's alright." Clementine said with a comforting smile. "Keith, we need to get out of here and treat our wounds. I'm going to need your help."

Keith nodded and he said, "I'm not sure how much help I'll be but I'll do my best." Keith got up, but he was a bit shaky in his movements.

The first thing Clementine checked was the tacklebox to find anything that could be useful. All she could find was fishing line. She took a bit of it and sliced it with her knife. However, she did notice that a portion of the wall that was covered up by the tacklebox was corroded. "Hey, Keith. Come check this out." Clementine said.

Keith walked over and examined the portion of the wall that Clementine was staring at. He knocked on a piece of wood and he said, "This part's corroded. If we had a hammer, we could take the nails out of the plank and kick this corroded wood, then we'll have a way out of this shed."

"That's exactly what I'm thinking." Clementine said.

Keith nodded and he said, "Yeah, but we need something to remove those nails or the plank itself."

The two looked around for a few seconds until Clementine eyed the handle of a hammer on the upper shelf. "I think I found something." Clementine said and she gestured to the top shelf.

"Awesome." Keith said. He then got down and opened up his backpack. He rummaged through it for a couple of seconds until he brought out a modern slingshot. Clementine looked at him with a questioning stare as the boy looked up. "You might want to get behind me." Keith said. Clementine obliged as Keith brought the sling back with a pellet. After a few seconds of adjusting his aim, he fired the slingshot and the pellet hit the hammer causing it to fall on the ground.

"Whoa." Clementine said.

"Yeah, not just a children's toy." Keith said and he put the slingshot away.

Clementine picked up the hammer and went to the wooden plank. Using her leverage, she was able to pry the plank away from the wall. Keith went over, and he kicked the corroded wood with his foot which made it fall apart. The two smiled at each other before they crawled out of the shed.

Keith helped Clementine up and Clementine said, "They have a doctor… he's got to have stuff for stitches…" Clementine then noticed how bloody Keith's hand was from the graze to his shoulder. "We need to find stitches for your shoulder too."

"Yeah." Keith said as he observed his hand.

The two looked back to the house, and they approached it. "There's probably a weak spot somewhere around the house. Let's look for that." Keith said.

"Okay." Clementine said. They went past the porch and around the side; however, they stopped mid-way. A piece of plywood covered a portion of the lattice. Keith yanked on it so the nails would be easier to remove. He nodded to Clementine and she took the hammer's spike to pry the nails off. Keith pushed the plywood aside and Clementine crawled into the hole in the lattice. Keith followed her, and they crept along underneath the house. "House meeting in five minutes." Someone said from within the house; it was Carlos.

"That's… that's great." Alvin complained.

"It won't take long. There's a few things we need to discuss." Carlos replied.

"Fine." Alvin said.

Clementine and Keith continued to crawl underneath the house, but they stopped and looked up to a trap door. "I got it." Clementine said as she pulled out her pocket knife and placed it between the mechanism and the lock. After she struggled for a couple of seconds, she finally broke the lock; however, the pocket knife broke off. "Shoot." Clementine muttered.

"You alright?" Keith asked.

"Yeah." Clementine said. "I just lost my knife though." She looked up to the trap door and opened it. Keith followed her. They could hear the adults arguing; however, it sounded as though they were in a different part of the house.

Keith placed his ear against the door to make sure that his suspicions were confirmed. Upon not hearing anything coherent, he opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was in the room. The room was lit up by candles and it revealed a couch and a couple of chairs. Keith walked out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one around. He gestured Clementine to come and the two crept across the living room. They reached the stairs and they started to climb to the top. Both were careful to not make much noise; however, the occasional creak of the wooden stairs could be heard. They reached the top of the stairs and noticed a door on the right. Clementine opened it while Keith looked around for anyone on the second level of the cabin. Inside the room was the girl from earlier.

Both children were horrified now that they were spotted. Clementine made a gesture for the girl to stay quiet. "You're not supposed to be in here." The girl said.

"Can you help us?" Clementine asked as she entered the room with Keith close behind. The boy closed the door and looked to the teenage girl.

"Please, we need your help." Keith added.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you. My dad can't know." The girl said.

Clementine eyed an open book on the girl's bed and asked, "What are you reading?"

"A book." The girl replied.

"What book? I like books." Clementine said. Keith decided to not speak up. He figured that Clementine's kind approach would help them rather than his.

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

"That's so cool." Keith said. Sarah jumped a bit when he spoke up. "It's alright. We're not going to hurt you."

"Your dad is still looking for us." Sarah said.

"I know but I'm not him. He-" Keith tried to explain but the girl interrupted him.

"I still don't trust you." Keith looked down with a frown and allowed Clementine to talk to the girl. The girl looked to Clementine's arm and saw the blood patch on her sleeve. "What happened to you?"

"A dog bit me." Clementine said.

"Sounds scary… I bet it hurts." The girl said. She then noticed something dripping from Keith's hand. Her eyes widened and she asked, "Did the dog bite you too?"

"No, Nick did this." Keith said.

The girl jumped and she asked, "Why would he do that?"

Keith was going to speak but Clementine spoke first. "It's my fault. I surprised Nick and Keith got shot because of it." Clementine said.

"It's not your fault." Keith said. "It's Nick's. He always was reckless. His reckless actions have gotten a lot of people killed. He has probably killed more people than walkers at this point just because of his recklessness."

"Listen, I could die if I don't take care of this wound." Clementine said to the girl as she gestured to her arm. "Do you understand?" The girl looked down with a frown but nodded in confirmation as a sign that she understood. "I need something to clean it with and then some bandages. Do you have something like that?"

"Yeah, I do. It's with the rest of my medical supplies." The girl replied. She looked over to Keith and shook her head. "I…I don't know if I should help you though."

"But if you don't then Clementine might die…" Keith argued.

"Please." Clementine begged as she sent a set of sad eyes towards the girl.

The girl looked into Clementine's eyes and gave in. She couldn't say no to that expression. "Okay, I'll help you, but please don't tell my dad. He'll never forgive me otherwise."

"We won't tell your dad." Keith said.

"Thanks Keith." The girl said; however, she still remained a bit untrusting of the boy. "My name's Sarah."

"I'm Clementine." Clementine introduced herself.

"I would introduce myself, but you already know who I am." Keith said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Sarah nodded before she looked to Clementine and said, "We're friends, right? We can be best friends. I haven't met another girl my age since way before. It's kind of hard being the only girl in here. I mean Rebecca is a girl but that's it and she's older."

"Yeah we can be friends." Clementine said.

"Me too." Keith said.

"Promise?" Sarah asked. "This is really important to me."

"Yeah, I mean it." Keith said.

"I promise." Clementine added with a nod.

"Me too." Sarah said and she brought up her arm with her pinky finger extended out. "Pinky swear."

"Uh… that's more of a girl's thing… but alright." Keith said as he wrapped his pinky around Sarah's and shook it.

Clementine followed as Sarah said, "A pinky swear is forever." Clementine returned to griping her injured arm as Keith looked to her with a worried stare. "I'll see if I can find the stuff my dad uses when I get a cut." Sarah said. She went over to the other side of the bed and checked the nightstand drawer. She returned to Keith and Clementine with a bottle of disinfectant and some bandages. "I think this is it."

"That'll work." Keith said as he took the two item and placed them in his backpack.

"You can't do it here though. Someone will find you." Sarah said.

"Don't worry; we won't." Clementine said. She and Keith opened the door and they looked around the hall. After seeing that the hall was clear, the two walked across it to another room as Clementine said, "Thanks Sarah." Sarah shushed her in response not wanting her father or any of the other cabin members finding out what she did for the two.

They walked into what appeared to be a bathroom and Keith whispered. "They got to have something in that medicine cabinet." Clementine nodded and opened it. She saw a needle and took it out to examine it.

"It looks clean." Clementine said.

"That'll work." Keith said.

Clementine and Keith were about to leave until Clementine stopped herself from turning the doorknob and gestured to Keith to not open the door. She could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and she pressed her ear against the door. Her eyes widened when she could hear Rebecca grumbling. Keith could hear it as well and his eyes widened. "That man sometimes, I swear!" The woman spat.

Keith looked to the bath tub and dragged Clementine inside it and closed the curtains. They both squatted down as Keith looked between the curtains to see Rebecca open the door.

She held her head in a stressful manner and huffed. Keith watched her as she went to the sink and washed her face. "I just need to have this baby… Please just let this baby be okay and let it be his." Both children looked at each other with surprised expressions as Rebecca exited the room. Keith waited for a couple of seconds before he nodded as a signal to come out of the bath tub. Keith looked to her and said, "That was close."

"Yeah." Clementine said. She looked to the bath tub and said, "I wish I could use this again. I probably smell awful right now." She then looked to Keith for confirmation.

"You smell fine." Keith said. "I'm the one who smells like washed-up road kill."

Clementine chuckled at the analogy and said, "You smell fine. Anyway, we have everything we need. Let's get back to the shed."

Keith nodded and replied, "Okay, I can help you with stitching up your wound." Clementine nodded and the two headed out of the room, down the stairs, and back to the trap door which led to outside.

Once they were back in the shed, Clementine laid out the obtained supplies from the house as Keith looked through his backpack and pulled out an electric lantern.

He placed it on the workbench and turned it on. Clementine looked away until her eyes could adjust to the blinding light of the electric lantern. "You know how to do this right?" Clementine asked.

"Uh… yeah, kind of. I helped Carlos a couple times back at the Howe's and I have stitched up a couple of my own wounds…" Keith trailed off as he remembered the painful set of experiences.

Clementine rolled up her sleeve and she said, "This is going to suck."

"I'm not going to sugar coat it, yes it is." Keith said as he untwisted the top of the disinfectant. "Okay." Keith said. He then started to tilt the bottle. "Try to hold still." Clementine was speechless and somewhat nervous as she closed her eyes and awaited for the pain of the disinfectant. Keith grabbed her arm and kept one hand on it so Clementine couldn't retract. He then tilted the disinfectant and the contents poured onto Clementine's arm.

She gasped and yelled in pain. Tears started to form in her eyes and Keith looked at her with worried eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry; are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Clementine said as she tried to recover from the disinfectant's sting. "Okay time for the worst part."

Keith placed the cap back on the disinfectant and started to thread the needle. He struggled at first and he said, "I never was good at sewing. I did a better job of breaking things and getting in trouble for it."

Clementine giggled in response and she said, "I can't see you getting in trouble."

"Oh trust me, I was a master at getting in trouble before all of this. Probably the worst thing I ever did was hit this antique vase that my mom liked. I was only six at the time but oh boy… Mom was furious. She paddled me so hard, I think my butt was red for two days. And of course, I was grounded for a week." Keith said as he continued to thread the needle.

"What she ground you from?" Clementine asked.

Keith sighed and he looked up from trying to thread the needle. "Okay don't laugh but she grounded me from drawing and playing basketball." Keith said. "I could live without playing basketball, but drawing was one of my favorite things to do." Keith went back to trying to thread the needle and he said, "I could spend hours on one drawing. My dad hated that I spent so much time drawing but I couldn't help it. I would just lose myself in it; I would go into a new world…"

"I liked to draw too." Clementine said. "After everything happened, this boy and I would always draw, granted it was the only thing we could do without getting into trouble but I still enjoyed it. Along with drawing, he would always talk about something called Robosaurus."

"I watched that before everything happened. It was kind of stupid." Keith said. He smirked as he recalled Clementine's own words of a boy. "A boy huh? I bet you liked him."

"What? No!" Clementine exclaimed. "I was too young at the time. I was only eight."

Keith chuckled and he said, "That doesn't stop some people. Before all of this happened, one of my cousins said that she was going to marry me."

Clementine giggled and she asked, "What?"

"Yeah… she was pretty goofy. I just hope she's doing alright nowadays. I haven't heard much from my extended family since this all happened." Keith said with a worried frown.

"Yeah, I feel the same way." Clementine said. "So you've been at a community the whole time… what was it?"

"Howe's and yeah…" Keith said. "For the most part. We did lose some people in the beginning… people who were close to me and my family, but I've been in the walls for a while. Still, I know how to shoot and I know how to kill lurkers."

"Who came up with that name?" Clementine asked.

"I think it was Luke who came up with it if memory serves right." Keith said.

"I've been calling them walkers. I think a guy in our group named Glenn came up with the name." Clementine said.

Keith looked to the girl once again and he said, "So what about you? I know you were with that Christa woman… but what about your parents? Were you part of a group?"

"I was." Clementine said with a frown. "When everything happened, I was with a babysitter, but she got bit. I could tell that she wasn't looking good, and it started to scare me… so I left my house and went up into my treehouse. I stayed there for a couple days and that's when this man showed up." Keith kept his eyes on the girl. She had a sad smile on her lips when she mentioned the man. That sent the message right away that the man was a very caring person and he tried to raise her while going through the horrors of the walker-infested world, but eventually, he didn't make it. "His name was Lee. He taught me how to shoot a gun, and he loved me… so much…" Clementine said as she looked down.

"You don't have to continue." Keith said.

Clementine shrugged and she said, "It's only fair. You told me your whole story… even the part about your mom and step-dad."

"I know… but I really needed to get that off my chest. I don't want to force you into telling me your whole story." Keith said. He shook his head and he said, "I need to thread this needle so I can stitch your wound."

"Okay." Clementine said. She was thankful that the boy didn't ask her to continue on. Lee was still a sore spot for her and she was happy that Keith didn't want to learn more about him. It was different with almost everyone else.

The two remained in silence for a couple of seconds as Keith's shaky hands were unsuccessful in threading the needle until a stroke of luck occurred where it was finally through. He tied off the knot and looked to Clementine. "You ready?" Keith asked.

Clementine shook her head and said, "Not really."

Keith placed his hand on her arm to prevent it from moving, and he slowly brought the needle closer to her arm. "I hate causing pain, especially towards someone I care about." Keith said.

"Don't think of it that way. Just think of it as helping me." Clementine said.

Keith looked to Clementine and nodded. "Okay; I'll go as fast as I can." Keith said and he started to push the needle through. Clementine yelled in pain as Keith kept going. "I'm sorry; I'm sorry!" Keith exclaimed over Clementine's pained screams. He inserted the needle through her skin a couple more times to make sure the stitching would hold, all the while apologizing as Clementine whimpered and yelled out in pain.

Keith finally finished and he tied off the thread. Clementine panted as tears fell from her eyes. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt as Keith looked to her with a frown, "I'm sorry, I went as fast as I could."

Clementine looked up and smiled, despite the searing pain in her arm. "No, I'm glad you helped me. Thank you Keith." Clementine huffed. She finally caught her breath and stood upright.

Keith smiled back and he said, "Let's wrap that arm up and then-" He couldn't finish his sentence since Clementine fell forward with a gasp; however, she grabbed onto the workbench to avoid falling to the ground. She looked back to see a walker holding onto her foot…

…To be continued.

A/N: Yeah… cliffhangers… as you can tell I changed a few things here and there. No worries though.