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This is a spinoff after episode 2 of The New Frontier.

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Chapter 4

Honestly, the encounter with Clementine, made me pretty emotional. First of all, I think it was safe to say I was quite scared. The attackers were one thing, but I felt Clementine was a little moody. Being a teenager (she seemed around my age) could have been the cause of it. Maybe I just didn't know her enough. Anxiety was building in me as well. Could I actually go through with what Clementine said? The whole thing seemed real risky, and I got stressed out just thinking about it. I contemplated all of this while eating my meatball sandwich, provided by the New Frontier. They may be secretly corrupt or whatever, but they sure knew how to make a damn good meatball sub!

"Noah. Hello, are you listening?" Mom asked. Luckily, she hadn't noticed my bleeding hand (and I intended to keep it that way). Now wasn't the time for a billion questions. I really didn't want her to find out anything, but she's pretty observant. Hopefully I could play it cool to keep distance from the subject.

"I… I uhhh, I, nothing. It's fine." Mom immediately gave me her signature glare. Shit. She knew something was on my mind. She usually got mad whenever I would keep stuff from her, especially considering I never really ever kept anything from her. Ever since Seth died, we just confided everything in each other... She was my rock, my pillar, my support chamber, she was what kept me sane. Without her, I would have gone insane a long time ago. Sure, we had our differences, but we always stuck together. For now, withholding this information was probably a mistake. But I did it nonetheless.

"Are you sure? You look tense. Do we need to talk?" Her usual motherly worry presented itself once more. I looked up at her, trying to avert my eyes, but it was no use. Yet again she had cracked me. As soon as I opened my mouth, however, a loud knock came about the door.

"Open up! You guys got a job."

I pushed myself out of the chair and opened the door.

Two men with automatic machine guns stood in the doorway. They both had on jet black uniforms and matching dark sunglasses. The right one was taller than the other and definitely more ripped. He had one tattoo on each arm. The guy on the left had a similar mark, but on his neck. "You two, get guard shift of the southwest gate." Lucky me, I told myself. "Try not to fuck it up, we got a reputation to maintain. If you run into a group of three or four walkers, use the silencer. Any bigger than that and you gotta call for backup on the radio so we can get ground assistance. And if you see anyone, call for assistance. The boss will need to see them. Got it? Good. Go." He shoved the gun into my hands. Mom was up now, and she got the same treatment. We followed the guards down the passageway and towards the gate.

There was nothing to see for miles. Green grass just flowed with the wind, moving briskly from side to side. The blue sky held no clouds, only the blazing sun that had been beating down on me ever since I got here. Despite the fact that it was early spring, Virginia brought the heat. A faint line of trees stood high in the distance. The whole guards duty crap sucked; we only encountered one walker and Mom got to kill it. The one positive was I got to think about our escape route. Well if you want to be technical, calculate it. I figured as soon as we dropped out the southwest gate we should head for the trees. That would provide good cover from debris and dismembered people. I would tell Mom about all of this tomorrow, right after breakfast. We would draw out maps, and make sure that every part of the plan would be good to go. If things went unexpectedly, we would set up a rendezvous. Everything's going to be ok. All you need to get out of here is information, and you have it.

Oh yeah, and why would they give guard duty to members of the community that have only been here for two days? That question was burning in the back of my brain throughout our shift. Was this some sort of a test or training course? I'm just glad I got more planning time than I expected. While I'm on the subject of escape, maybe Clementine's just crazy. She might just be mentally lost and needs to find solace in something. Does she even have the courage to blow this place to pieces? Well, too late to second guess myself. One thing I wasn't going to tell Mom about was another plan. The one only involving me.

I knew for a fact the one thing we desperately needed were supplies. As of right now, we had no weapons, no food, nothing. So, I made it my personal mission to get back everything the New Frontier confiscated from us when we got here.

The night drew ever closer, and, finally, a man and a woman came to take our places. I left eagerly, but Mom didn't seem to mind. She seemed content just watching the earth go round.

Although I am a pretty emotional guy, I consider myself to be very logical. As such, I consider adrenaline to be more powerful than emotion. Now, adrenaline generally is responsible for many of our emotions. The adrenaline actually intensifies the activity of your hormones. Basic emotions, like love, become more intense if adrenaline is present.

Another thing, when a huge voltage of electricity courses through your system, you get flung like a rag doll. Most people believe it to be the current, but it's just your muscles contracting and then forcefully expand. This momentary burst produces so much energy and the intensity of the work your body goes through is considered amazing. Better than most olympians. Scientists were studying this effect, and how it may affect ourselves and the muscular/physical potential of humans. Sadly, I'm pretty sure any scientists working on the subject were killed in the midst of the apocalypse.

The adrenaline was coursing through my veins like lava. The only thing I could think about right now was getting the job done. Of course I was scared, I didn't even know what to expect, but this surge of adrenaline made me feel like a super soldier or something. My gears immediately switched to Let's do this. Hiding in the alley, I snuck around, feeling like an untrained ninja. The Mission Impossible theme song seemed to make sense for the situation, but there was no way I was going to get caught, not after I've gotten this far. The men on guard had a machine gun, a pistol, and a glaring flashlight. That was the most dangerous weapon they had. One man with one look meant my doom.

I moved quietly, with precision. I knew one mistake and this mission was done for. And I forgot about a Plan B, so this had to work. The lack of socks and shoes, although painful, kept me quieter. My back ached with the continuous slumping over I had to do. But it was worth it.

I had darted across the dirt courtyard jumping and rolling until I was halfway there. I just needed to get to the building behind the shops, sneak into the basement, and find my stuff. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. The hardest part would be getting back, because I had to follow the same route with a massive bag resting on my shoulder. How about you get there first, dingus. I jumped in front of the barrel and sprinted towards the building.

Luckily, no one saw me. On top of that, no one was guarding the main entrance.

It boggles my mind why there wouldn't be security at the entrance, but guards are everywhere else. With at least seven guards on each floor (of a five story building) each one was packed tight.

I hid behind plants, stairs, any sort of cover I could reach. After searching for a solid twenty minutes, I finally found the basement entrance. Holy shit, what if my stuff isn't even in the basement? I'm pretty sure they stored stuff there, if not then I'm an idiot who might have just set himself up for death. I just thought it would be the most logical place to hide weapons. It was a complete hunch. I say I'm pretty logical, but I may be just stupid.

I opened the door as slowly and as quietly as I could. Stepping inside, I was brought to a staircase that lead to darker chambers. I emerged from the staircase, and stepped into the basement.

Moonlight shone through the window, glistening upon all things housed in the cinderblock chamber. To my right, against a wall, there were cells. Prison cells. A group of inmates, presumably Clementine's friends, were asleep. Two inmates to each cell, so three of them remained empty. In front of me were crates of various items. The items to left, however, really grabbed my attention. There they were, a stockpile of duffel bags. Each had first aid kits, food, water, ammunition, and even enough guns for my taste. But the bags were too heavy to carry without quietly returning to the apartment without getting spotted. So, I improvised. I took some bare essentials and threw them into an empty duffel. I only threw in as much as I could carry. Luckily, they had knives, and I found my staff on the ground (Oh, and I really need to name that thing. Sounds silly, but it deserves a title).

I realized that I needed to come up with a safe way to carry the duffel just in case things turned for the worse. I cut off the duffel straps, and then used some string to lash the ends together. After about 20 minutes of labor, I slung the new and improved bag over my shoulders. Now that I think about it, it was more of a compressed backpack with a waist buckle than a free hanging bag. I clipped the straps together and head out.

"What are you doing here?" A panicked voice called from behind me. I took out my knife and whipped around. It was the kid that looked my age, with the beanie. Even in dim lighting, I could see a few details on his face. Only a few strands of hair fell down from his beanie the beanie, and he he had dark eyes with a compressed face.

"Nothing is going on. You are just dreaming. Go back to sleep." He just looked at me sideways and scoffed. I hastily (and probably stupidly) turned around and ran up the staircase out of the basement.

I managed to return home at the cool and dark hour of 3am. Actually, this was the real challenge; getting past Mom. I had to make this quiet. I folded up the couch, neatly slid the duffel bag under, then folded it up just as quickly. I threw myself in bed when I heard my mom click on the lights. She came in only to find me "sleeping". After a quick search, she didn't seem to find anything and went back to bed. I smiled a little as I drifted off. She had no idea.

BTW, just a side note, the characters may be just a tad OOC. Review and enjoy!