In the morning, Nick woke up with a major headache. He couldn't recollect the events of the night before, but he didn't want to. He knew by how drunk he was, that something bad had happened last night. He didn't want to think about it though; so he'd put it behind him and try to forget about it. Nick then sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the big bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he saw that Pete had already gotten out of bed long ago. The young man then got up, put his hat and boots on, and he was ready for the day.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. "I thought I heard you shufflin' around up here." It was Pete, peeking his head through the door. "Wanna go fishing?" He asked, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He knew that fishing was Nick's favorite thing to do.
"Sure uncle Pete." Nick replied. Maybe this would help get his mind off things. The two men then headed downstairs where the rest of the cabin group members, and Clementine, were eating a little bit of something for breakfast. He noticed that Luke looked a little uncomfortable, and he tried not to make eye contact with him. "Anything left for me?" Nick asked about the breakfast.
Rebecca handed him a bowl, "Here you go Nick."
"Thanks Bec." Nick smiled and began eating.
"Hurry up and eat, we gotta get going." Pete said.
"Where are y'all going?" Luke asked.
"Fishing." Pete answered before Nick could open his mouth. He then looked over at Clementine who had just finished eating, "You want to come, Clementine?" He asked her, figuring she could use some time out of the house, and give everyone some space. After everything that happened the night before with Clem, the group was still a little bit shaken up.
"Yeah." She nodded, "I'll come."
"Can I go too?" Sarah asked enthusiastically.
"No." Carlos said sternly.
"But dad-"
"Sarah, I said no." He replied again. She only sighed and continued eating her breakfast. Nick was just about finished, so he hurried and shoveled the last couple of bites in his mouth so they could leave quickly. He did not want to be stuck in this tiny cabin if Luke was going to make everything extremely awkward between them.
"You ready?" Pete asked, and Nick nodded. "Let's go." Pete said, and grabbed his gun. Nick grabbed his gun as well, knowing that their fishing polls were hidden somewhere down by the river. They didn't like to carry them back and forth, so they left them down there. Clementine jumped up too, and the three were then on their way to the river. As they continued to walk on a dirt trail, Pete thought it would be a good idea to conjure up a conversation with Clementine. "So how you holding up?" He asked, "I heard you got an earful from Rebecca last night."
"She's all talk." Clementine said.
"Yeah, she gets like that every once in a while though." Pete said as they continued to walk.
"How far are the fish traps?" Clem asked.
"They ain't much farther." Pete answered. "Did anyone teach you how to shoot?"
"My friend Lee taught me." Clementine replied.
"That's good." Pete nodded, "It's important nowadays." Nick walked behind them silently, lost in his thoughts about everything that was going on. He was trying to think of a way to go talk to Luke, to bring everything up and settle the score. He sighed, Luke probably didn't even have feelings for him anymore, that's most likely why he acted the way he did last night. "You alright Nick?" Pete asked, pulling the young man out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine uncle Pete... Just tired." He lied.
"You and Luke were up pretty late last night, huh?" Pete asked, and Nick's eyes went wide. Did Pete know about what happened last night? Nick thought that he and Luke were the only ones up. Maybe he was wrong. "You two haven't changed at all." Pete added.
"Why are you bringing it up?" Nick asked, feeling slightly annoyed.
Pete shrugged, "You two have just been so close for so long."
"Yeah, well maybe it ain't like that anymore." Nick retorted.
"Fine, fine..." Pete trailed off, as they finally arrived to the river. When they got there, they couldn't believe what they saw. There were dead bodies everywhere, and Clementine actually recognized one as one of the men that separated her and Christa. "So much for fishing..." Pete mumbled as they checked the dead bodies. None of them had anything important on them, but they wanted to figure out who did this. The three of them went their separate ways around the river, everything going fine, until finally Pete screamed out in pain.
"Pete!" Nick yelled looking over to where his uncle was. He shot a walker in the head, but continued to look distressed.
"I'm fine!" Pete yelled back, but Clementine knew better. She knew that he had been bitten, and she was standing close enough to him that she could even see the bite marks on his ankle. "I just lost my footing... Damn it..." He continued to say.
"Shit! Lurkers!" Nick yelled and began shooting the lurkers that came near him.
"I'm out of ammo!" Pete yelled, and Clementine was stuck in the middle of them. "You two get your asses over here right now!" He nearly screamed to Clem and Nick.
"You come over here!" Nick replied. "I can cover you!" Clementine was unsure of what to do, so she quickly made her way over to Nick, dodging walkers as she ran. When she arrived to Nick finally, he only looked down at her, as if he was annoyed. He also tried to look for Pete, but he was still on the other side of the river.
"Nick!" Pete yelled out, surrounded by lurkers, and Nick tried to shoot them, but he had to reload. By the time he actually got his gun reloaded, Pete had been bitten multiple times, and died.
"Oh my god..." Nick barely managed to get out. "Pete!"
"We have to go!" Clementine warned.
"You could have saved him!" Nick yelled. "Why did you just leave him!"
