Before I start the chapter, I want everyone to know that I do not use slang. So if I use things like, for example, "TNF", they're literally saying the letters, or word if it makes sense. Whatever it is you prefer. I also wanted to apologize for the short chapter, so here you go, have a double. Make sure to review and possibly (follow me / my story), I'd definitely appreciate it. Or don't, just the thought of people reading this makes me happy anyway. :)
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Sarah awoke to a series of lows growls, the teenage girl already nervous with fear. Thanks to Clementine though, the teenager knew how to operate a gun properly. Even though Sarah's dad specifically always told her that guns were very bad, she wouldn't survive without it the firearms. Maybe later, but not now.
Of course, she never had to deal with them. . . alone. Sarah had took sanctuary in a small house, if you could even call it that. It had a bed, a bookshelf (even though half the books were children books), and her luck was just gone today.
Clementine had given Sarah her pistol, in case they had separated. Sarah thought before that they weren't going to get separated and that she or Clementine wouldn't have to use it, but being naïve these days were. . . stupid.
There weren't that much bullets left in the gun anymore, and it worried her to death. What if she couldn't make it out alive? What if she got bitten? She would never be able to shoot herself, even if it was for the better.
"Ah shit," she heard a huff outside the door, the teenager already starting to shake with fear. What if it was bad?
But Sarah couldn't leave the lady out there die, that just wasn't her. "You can do this. . You can do this," she whispered under her breath, and forced herself to open the door, to which the woman immediately busted through and stood in front of the door.
Instinctively, Sarah pulled out her gun and shakily aimed it, her face shook with fear. She was already aiming her guns at people, this was not good.
"Look kid," the woman started, "If aiming that gun at me makes you feel better, so be it, but none of that is going to matter if we're rotter's food."
"Rotter's?" Sarah replied, obviously confused to why they called them that. The teenager pushed forward and helped the woman keep the door closed off (kind of), but it wasn't going to hold much longer.
Finally, the bald lady pushed a thin piece of wood in what seemed to be a homemade lock. That was the first time Sarah hadn't relied much on anybody, and she got adrenaline when she had to keep the door shut. Is that what pride felt like? Freedom? She didn't know, but it was really weird. "Heh, thanks. Looks like we're a pretty good team, huh?"
Sarah looked unsure, her face scrunching into confusing. "Uh. . . yeah, I guess."
"The name's Ava," the lady stated, sending Sarah a soft smile, "Hey, how would you like it if I invited you to come with me to my group? I doubt any of them survived out here. . ." she sighed, shaking her head with a soft frown, "They're slow yeah, but when theirs a god damn ton of them, well, yeah."
Sarah knew what she was talking about, because she had. . . lost her dad to that. She was still grieving over him, but now was not the time. She was going to die if she let what happened to her dad, happen to her.
"I, uh. . ." she was hesitant, looking down at the ground. She never made her own choices ever. Little did she knew this was going to be the first mistake she had made.
"I. . . I. . . yeah. . . I. . ."
She took a deep breath before nodding her head softly. "We should rest up, and then we'll head out, sound good?"
She hesitantly nodded her head and lied back on the bed. What if she made the wrong choice? It worried her to death. . .
"Sarah?!" Clementine shouted as she hesitantly slapped the older teenage girls' cheek, to which she howled in pain.
"Ow — Ow! Oh my God, Clementine! It hur- hurts. . ." she whimpered out.
The two were buckled into the stolen vehicle with AJ in the book, his gaze on Sarah. Either he was glad to see her, or he was just scared of her loud cries of pain. Of course, being shot in the shoulder wasn't supposed to be the best feeling in the world.
"I — I know! God, we'll be at Prescott's soon." The younger girl started, her gaze turning to look back at AJ, "She's going to be alright, AJ. We'll be there soon."
Pressing down on the clutch, she shifted the gears, and soon they zoomed pass the incoming walkers. Just one little shot could bring a shit ton of them, she thought to herself.
After a short while of driving the vehicle, they had finally arrived at Prescott. She was happy she had found Sarah, but like this? A bleeding mess, with probably the New Frontier after her? Greetings will have to be later.
"I'll grab AJ, just try getting outside, alright?" the girl said, to which Sarah nodded. Thank God she had found something to bandage Sarah's arm for a little while, but it wouldn't last forever. It was getting worse. The young girl opened the back door, unbuckling both of AJ's seatbelts that were crossed in front of him, and immediately slammed the door.
She hauled AJ into her right arm, her other arm wrapping around Sarah's waist — because, well, she wasn't as tall as the older teenager.
"Let's go," she mumbled, to which Sarah groaned in reply. As they were nearing the gates, Sarah had tripped, taking Clementine and AJ down with her, both of them letting loose soft grunts of pain while AJ cried.
"Hey, hey," she started, giving the toddler a small rock with her arms, "It's okay, goofball. I'm so sorry."
Her gaze averted to what seemed to be stabbing. . . over and over again. What the hell? It was that boy, Gabe, stabbing a walker repeatedly in the stomach. It made her sick — why the hell would he even do that? He was a little young to be calling mentally unstable, but who in their right minds would willingly stab an already struggling walker? Sure, she had felt almost nothing for them, but why torture them? Why not just end their suffering?
Before they could say anything, the gates opened — Clementine instinctively jumping as Sarah looked close to losing consciousness.
"Hey Cl — woah, what the hell?"
He sprinted towards the three that were resting against the ground, to which Javier helped Sarah up; Clementine lifting herself and AJ up.
"Can you help me with her?" the young girl pleaded, to which Javier glanced at Gabe, eliciting a soft sigh.
"Gabe, come on!" the man yelled, to which Gabe just glared at him.
God, what was with his attitude, Clementine thought to herself. He wasn't going through anything the teenager went through, he had absolutely no reason to be mad. . . well, from what she could see.
Rolling her eyes, she started towards the gate, Javier holding Sarah bridal style towards the gates, Gabe following close behind. That boy better get his shit together, Clementine thought once again, pushing open the gates. God dammit, Sarah was going to die from blood loss if they didn't hurry their ass up.
"It'll be okay, Sarah," the young girl stated, "You'll be better in no time."
