Clementine crawled through the pet door as everyone bickered about how to get in, and who would risk it trying to open the door. I reached out my hand to try and stop her. What if she was attacked?! Fear coursed through my veins as I heard a clicking and splintering noise...

The whole door swung open, and Clementine strode out triumphantly. "Good job, Clem!" Lee praised as we all stepped through into a dark room, with a very elegant portrait of a young boy and his parents hung up precisely on the wall.

The room however, was extremely damp and the wallpaper peeled like orange skins, revealing a very unflattering bleached wall behind. I breathed in deeply, and out again through my mouth. Christa and two others were heaving Omid onto a large red leather sofa. He cried out in pain every time they carried him another step forward.

Meanwhile, Lee was talking to Clementine about her walkie talkie, and I overheard her admit that her radio 's face dropped. I hurried past them to look around for something edible, even if it was moldy (which it probably would be) But I had no such luck.

Then, breaking an awkward silence,Ben cried out.

"LEE! You need to come now, there's something wrong with Kenny, he's not coming down from the attic." He wrung his hands again anxiously.

"Why don't you go and see what's happened to him then, crybaby?" I sneered at him. He shot me a hurt look and walked towards me, not following Lee to the attic.

"I'm too afraid."

"Yeah, I think I noticed." I replied to his childish demeanour.

"Listen, I-"

"Don't wanna hear it. You nearly got Clem killed you asshole!And don't try the stupid sorry act on me, it won't work. And don't even say anything because you'll probably cause another mishap by talking! Capeche?" I yelled, pushing him so hard that he went reeling backwards.

He scrambled to the attic stairs and shot up it like a bullet. I nodded in triumph at my little hate speech and went to see if everyone was alright, tending to Omid.

After around fifteen minutes, Kenny, Lee, and Ben retreated from the attic. Lee carried a very anorexic, very pale boy, who was obviously dead in his arms. He had a very solemn look on his face, taking him into the backyard and laying him down besides what appeared to be HIS dog.

I couldn't bear to see a dead child, so I hid my face behind my jacket sleeves. I wish we would've been here soon enough to save the poor soul, or at least put him to rest, maybe in more graceful manner!

I peeked between my jacket and saw Clementine followed them, and protested. "You can't let a little girl go out there!" I put a foot down in front of the doorway. This time they ALL shot me a sad look. I reluctantly let them pass, as i walked away and sunk into a chair opposite Christa.

"Busy day,huh?" She remarked wearily, her eyelashes fluttering to a close.

Five minutes later, she jolted awake by the sound of yelling. We all took off for the garden, and saw Lee grabbing the gate bars and shouting at nothing, looking into the distance. "What the hell is going on?!" Christa and I yelled.

"I saw something, seriously! I'm not mad!" Lee replied, although he certainly looked mad.

"Anyways," Kenny interrupted. "We need'a find a boat, soon."

"Go find one then." I replied rudely.

"Alright. Me an' Lee are going to go down to the 'bay' and find something out, everybody else stay here. Goddit?" He looked specifically at Ben.

Lee patted Clementine on the head and walked off through the gates.