.Kenny handed me a gun reluctantly as we walked, telling me "You young'uns need it to protect yerselves. Don't want you gettin' hurt." He laughed slightly at the last sentence. I nearly spat right in his smug face. But I just smiled and remembered my manners.

Eventually, I gave into boredom and asked him about what had happened before I arrived. Staring into the distance is all he did, seeming sad and angry at the same time. "What,did someone die?" I blurted out. "It's rude not to reply when someone is speaking." I hissed. He just looked at me and clenched his fists. He swung a petty hand at me and I stepped backwards.

"You shut your prissy lil' mouth before I make ya!"He jeered.

"I'm not afraid of an old crackhead like you!" I felt good for being a jerk for once. Kenny's mouth dropped. His eyes widened, and he began to cry. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Omid's wife steered me away from him and she spoke calmly but strictly.

"Listen, Kenny and everyone else here has been having a shit time, so maybe it would help if you kept quiet for a while, okay?" She stared into my eyes,those eyes a teacher gives you after you've been scolded for not doing your homework on time.

I tried my best to shake it off. And after a while, we came to a string of walkers, all walking towards a peculiar sound that rung in the distance. It sounded like bells. That would make sense because we were around 3 minutes away from a church. "Shit, they're easily distracted, huh?" Lee remarked, studying the beasts. "That's a swea-" Clementine replied, but I looked at her and she mimicked zipping up her mouth. We crouched to the floor and slowly,but surely followed the gaggle of walkers.

The boy teenager suggested shooting them, but everyone just rolled their eyes at him and carried on their 'stealth mission'. He sounded and looked incredibly stupid. Which was bad, because the only people I actually didn't hate so far are: Lee, Kenny, Clementine and Omid. And that sucked.

After a while, Omid's wife had to hold Omid upright, he complained that his leg was hurting and his wife insisted he should rest. But we all decided that we needed to press on, as we were practically outside the church. I propped myself up against the wall behind me and stretched my aching limbs out. The teen dude slid up to me and tried to make conversation. "Hi. M-my name is Ben. You're Eva, r-right?" He smiled nervously and wringed his hands together like a damp flannel. "Heya Ben. Yeah, I'm Eva." I replied coolly. What I really wanted to say was "Does it look like I want company you gangly weirdo?" But I managed to hold my tongue. He scratched the back of his head and copied my stretch, edging toward me very slightly. "Where are you fro-" "SHIT!" I whirled around, to find that the rest of the group were chasing a figure that leapt across the roof of the church, nimbly and swiftly. "Come on! We gotta go!" I hissed to Ben. Following our group's trail.

There was a hiss of static, and Lee fumbled in his pocket, fishing out a black radio with pink stickers on it. "Hello?" He called into the radio, pressing a red button."You need to get out of the street." The man at the other end replied dryly, with a high pitch,almost laughing at the situation. "Who is this?" Lee snarled. No reply again, just more static. Shit was getting serious pretty fast.

The old man, Charles spoke gruffly. "Ask not for whom the bell tolls."

The other end hissed again and the voice of the man came back on.

"It tolls for thee."

There was a loud humming sound coming from around the corner of the street, about 500 walkers came ambling towards the bell again, this time heading towards us.

We took off like birds,running like wind and spit toward a safe house just opposite our position. Kenny got grabbed by a walker as he ran, tripping over, his gun flying from his hands. Somebody had better sort him out as I spotted Clementine and that useless bastard Ben being cornered by the walkers.

I darted towards them. "ME! ME! NOT THEM!" I yelled, flailing my arms around like a wild thing. They ignored me and carried on walking.

"BEN! HELP HER!" Lee yelled fearfully, he stood at my side as we exchanged horrified glances. Ben panicked and ran away, leaving Clem by herself.

Useless asshole he was.

The old man hit the nearest zombie to her and continued to attack the other ones.

Running again, faster, I ran towards Clementine and grabbed her by her waist, hauling her away from those wretched creatures, to safety. And later I was about to have a little word with Ben.

We lumbered towards a large house, with a big backyard and a glossy black security fence. I unlocked the gate, urging them all inside to safety. Omid tripped over a small grating resting in the dirt, and landed on his leg, the wound opening in the process. "Damnit man, you need to stop doing that!" I spoke worriedly, even though it was supposed to make him laugh. He just screwed up his face and clutched his leg, reaching for his wife. "Hunny, you've split your wound, it might get infected!" She said to him quickly, spluttering her words. "Infected? No, no way!" I thought to myself angrily. He had to be okay, good people don't get hurt, right?

Wrong.

Lee stood before a hole, inside was a dead and horrifically decayed dog. I felt just as sick as Omid's wife. Clementine was consoling her as she gagged.

I sidled up to her. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, thanks." She smiled weakly, clutching her stomach. "I didn't quite catch your name." I replied, placing my hand lightly on her shoulder. "I'm Christa." "You've met my boyfriend Omid, right?"

Oh, I'm such an idiot. They're not even married!

I proceeded to look at both of her ring fingers and frowned.

"Yep. I hope you are feeling better soon, Christa." I reassured her and walked off to join Lee, dog collar in hand as he and the others walked towards a door with a peculiar looking pet door.