Chapter nine! Hey guys! guess what time it is? it's review time!
Riley: I totally agree with you! I try to make everyone have an equal amount of acknowledgement, I don't want it to become a story of just celm and one person. That's not what there story is, it's about the whole thing. I don't want Nicks presence to overwhelm the whole thing... But you are completely right! I should put more stuff in! Thank you!
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ONTO THE STORY!
"Okay," Bonnie looked around, "Clem, do me a favor and count the peaches?" she laid out a box in front of me.
"That is ALOT of peaches," I commented.
"Don't worry," She smiled, "They're canned." I nodded. Becca was counting tomato's. I arranged the cans in groups of tens. It was after I got the third group together I realized something.
"Bonnie," I looked up at her embarrassed.
"Yeah honey?" She looked at me worried.
"I cant count pass thirty nine."
"You... cant count pass thirty nine?" She raised an eyebrow at me, "What grade were you in when this started?"
"First," I answered.
"Well," Bonnie shrugged, "After thirty nine is forty."
"Thanks!" I answered as I put a can with the other nine and finished the group. Once again puzzled I looked at the redhead, "Bonnie?"
"Yes?"
"What comes after forty?" This time Bonnie started laughing. I glared at her, "Don't laugh at me!"
"Sorry clem," She still chuckled, "I guess we need to teach you how to count!"
"I guess," I said, still annoyed that she was laughing,
"Well we don't have time right now," Her chuckle turned into a sigh, "I think you can just have the rest of the day out."
"Bill wont like that," Becca said while marking down the tomatoes.
"I don't think he'll have a problem," Bonnie said.
"He says that we all need to work."
"She cant count, Bec."
"Not my problem."
"Would it kill you to be decent."
"Decent isn't going to do shit for me."
Bonnie sighed again before giving me multiple can of chillie, "Fine, here, soon everyone will be out in the yard. We can put you on lunch duty." I nodded an understanding and walked to the yard.
Three months later (Now at a total of eight)
"Hey Clem," Nick looked at me, "Whens your birthday?"
I thought about it. It's been eight months and six days after I turned nine. A year is twelve months... twelve minus eight is... four months... I think, "It should be four months away," I shrugged.
"How old would you be turning?" He asked.
"I'd be turning ten."
Pete listened and commented, "Nick was about ten when I started teaching him how to shoot a rifle."
"I was eleven," Nick corrected.
"No," Pete disagreed, "You were eleven when we found that buck and you al-"
"Alright you win!" Nick held his hands up in surrender. I crinkled my nose. I have heard everyone mention the, 'Buck story' on multiple occasions. I think I was the only one in the group who didn't know it. Whenever I asked Pete about it he said that I just, 'needed to be patient.' I heard the fence open, indicating that Helena and Carry where back from their run. Everyone rounded up in the front to greet our friends, but when the two entered, Carry was in Helena's arms, sobbing her eyes out. I pushed past Rebecca and Alvin to get a better look. After seeing his crying lover, Carver ran up to them and held carry close.
"Carry, whats wrong?" He asked and stroked her hair. She cried out just a little bit louder before she pushed away, slightly. She lifted her shirt up, exposing a bite mark at her hip.
"I- I'm so sorry!" She choked out and returned to the embrace of the now wide eyed man. I noticed his grip on her tighten, as if he were trying to squeeze the bite out of her. My eyes welled up with small tears. Walkers. Another good person as good as dead because of those evil things! Carlos grabbed Sarahs arm and took a place in front of her. Nick and Pete were now trying to move Helena out of Carry's reach. Rebecca was also crying now and Alvin was comforting her.
"You're going to be okay!" Carver scolded her.
"No I wont!" She wiped her eyes, "I'm dying!"
"We can control this!"
"No we cant!"
"YES WE CAN!" He shouted at her, "Please just," He stumbled around his words, "Carlos! Taker her to the clinic! I want you to look at her!" Carlos nodded, trying not to argue he took Carry and left.
"Fuck," Helena muttered. After we got back to the yard she sat on one of the beds. Her fingers found their way to her temple and rubbed in a circular motion, "This is my fault."
"Hey," Nick sat beside her, "Don't say that, it wasn't anyone's fault."
"I practically fed her to that dead guy," Helena sighed, "She told me not to open that fucking door!"
"Nicks right," Pete put a hand to her shoulder. Alvin walked up to the four of us with Rebecca at his side.
"Someone need's to finish it," He said bluntly, "She's a danger at the moment!"
"ALVIN!" Rebecca scolded, "Do you have any idea what that poor woman is feeling?! And I'm sure Bill isn't any better!"
I closed my eyes and scratched the back of my head, "He's right..." Everyone looked at me in shock.
"Clem," Rebecca spoke softer to me than she did Alvin, "You don't mean that."
"If I were like that would you let me suffer?" I asked, only kinda wanting to know the answer. An awkward silence filled the air as everyone shifted uncomfortably. Nick looked at the ground and Helena ran a hand through her hair.
"I'm going to see her in a couple hours," Helena changed the subject and shifted her eyes to me, "I know you a Carry were close, would you like to come."
I nodded, "Sound like a good idea,"
"I'll go too," Pete offered.
"Yeah," Nick agreed.
Most of us went around minding our own business, but occasionally I found some people grieving for the loss of Carry, who was still being held, alive, at the clinic. Sarah wanted to see her but Carlos wouldn't let her. Sarah loved Carry. Carry never made Sarah go beyond her limits and did everything possible to make sure she was calm and comfortable. Everyone loved Carry. There was not one person who was not sad about the events of this mourning.
Carver, understandably, is very angry. He keeps insisting that Carry will be fine and that nothing is going to happen. He's acting the same way Kenny did when Duck was bitten. Pretending that nothing is happening, and we all know how that ended. He's been so upset that he even yelled at this woman who was crying in the hallway about the dying girl. His mixed emotions are reminding me of both Kenny and Lilly.
As promised, I looked at the time and realized it was time to go see her. I began to slowly walk to the clinic. When I opened the door I saw Carlos tending to Russles head injury. I gave him a small nod and soon after Pete walked in and took a spot next to me. Pete And I have been looking out for each other since I joined the group. To put it nicely, Pete was a very careless man. He was wise and brave, but he needs to pay more attention to his surroundings. He's been talking about teaching me how to shoot a rifle, considering I didn't know how.
"Hey Clem," He greeted, "How you doing?"
"I'll be fine," I reassured the older man, "Just need time."
"Times always the thing we need that we never seem to have." He sighed. I was about to ask him what he meant when Nick entered with his mother along his side. I gave her a smile, one she returned, but it soon faded when she saw Carry's pale body on the examination table.
"You ready for this?" Nick asked Helena with a concerned look on his face.
"Yes," She nodded
