A/N: Okay, thanks for all the reviews once again guys and now that events have been completely changed I reckon from this chapter onwards the future will speak for itself.

Okay, cutting this note short, I'll get on with the chapter...

Clementine looked up to the blackness above her as the snoring of the others (particularly Kenny) drifted over to her ears, but it wasn't the snoring that kept her awake, no it was the coldness that she felt encompassed by that made her shiver and twist and turn on her excuse for a "bed".

Kenny, Rebecca, Sarita, Carlos, Luke... they had all reacted to her with anger and disbelief at Clementine, no doubt giving her the cold shoulder, treating her like a cold person physically made her feel cold and uncomfortable with herself. Yet the harder she tried not to linger on the blatant disappointment present across her friends' faces the more they came back to haunt her.

"Their alive because of me" was her only comforting thought, as she wondered on what the next day would bring. No doubt the continued and silent anger from her group, she knew Carver would be clever enough to try and alienate her from her group. She could also envision what dark plans that man had behind his dark and poisonous green eyes, yet despite their treatment of her Clementine knew she belonged here in this pen. She would stick to her word that she was doing it for the good of the group and not to simply get out of the pen.

Yet her eyes remained open, with the future in front of her no longer scripted she had no idea how this was going to turn out but she could only hope for the best.

"Can't sleep either huh?" came a deep voice from a bunk beside her, peering ahead she could clearly see the striking blue of Nick's cat like eyes looking back in her direction.

"No" she responded flatly as Nick chuckled slightly.

"I told you these beds were no better than the floor, but I imagine that's not why you're awake" he theorized (well it didn't take a genius to figure it out)

"I guess I screwed up, I just wanted to do what was right" Clementine whispered back at him as she saw him blink slowly and turn to face the bunk above him.

"I haven't slept since Pete" he admitted.

Clementine was strongly reminded of the time in that cellar where in his drunken state he had confessed on how he had to kill his own mother. No doubt Nick had been through a lot of trauma that he hid behind a shell, well a shell with spikes and he could be "prickly" if pressed to much. Yet right now they were both in a similar situation and Clementine felt closer to him than anyone else.

"And now all I can think about is shooting Matthew and Luke doubting me earlier, I trust that guy and I know he trusts me so... if he doubted me then I must be one fucking shitty person" he admitted, no doubt his depression sank in a lot faster than it did for other people but after going through a series of deaths to people close to him in quick succession (his mother, Pete, killing an innocent man.. etc...) Clementine could relate. She had gotten innocent Omid killed after the deaths of Lee, Ben, Kajtaa and Duck.

"I got my friend Lee killed" she spoke by herself as Nick's eyes widened.

"What?" he asked although he had clearly heard her.

"I was young and stupid, he wasn't the only one that died because of me" she admitted sadly herself, Nick's eyes remained locked to the bunk above him, but he finally sighed and turned back towards to Clementine feeling a sudden urge to help the girl who had gone out of her way to help him back in the cellar.

"You sowed up your own arm Clem, if you hadn't have got me to apologise to Walter I doubt he would saved me from that Walker back at the lodge, I can't see you messing up" He explained to her.

"Well I did, we all screw up Nick not just you, besides you saved my life with the walkers back at the cellar, think about that"

Nick did so and finally a small smile wormed it's way onto his face as he turned away from Clementine "Thanks Clem, I'll try..."

"I'll try too" she uttered.

"Night" he called to her before he closed his eyes and tried to dream of a better place than than this prison he was in.

"Night" she echoed back to him, as she closed her eyes, she may have felt like that whole conversation was in place to help Nick, but she had no idea how much that helped her too. Nobody was flawless and mistakes (especially in this camp) were heavily criticized as Reggie had learnt the hard way.

She needed reassurance more than Nick did.

...

The next morning brought the miserable moans of the morning populace of the pen to Clementine's ears, she kept her eyes closed for as long as possible but as she heard the shutter open with that now familiar rattling noise, her eyes sprung open and she walked out of bed and towards the shutter where Tavia stepped through her gun ever present with her. Escape was now a distant dream.

"Nick, Jane, Rebecca, Carlos and Sarita if you gotta take a piss do it now because you're working on the expansion all today" Tavia told them harshly as their faces sunk, Clementine tried to keep her gaze to the floor knowing the "this is all your fault" glares were already trained on her miniature form.

"Did you sleep well?" Sarah suddenly asked with a friendly smile, as Clementine dared to look up at her. She seemed to be smiling in a perfectly normal manner, however before Clementine could reply Carlos also turned to the pair of them. "Sarah" Carlos warned, his voice like thunder as Sarah went stiff yet despite her fear of her father when he got angry, she couldn't help but be a bit rebellious as she quickly whispered into Clementine's ear...

"I'll speak to you later anyway I wanna hear the rest of your story"

Clementine couldn't help but smile at this, she highly doubted that Sarah realised the full consequence or what Clementine had done, besides they were "friends" Sarah (it seemed) always wanted to listen to a friend and Clementine appreciated the company.

"Sarah, Mike and Luke you're working up in the greenhouses today" Tavia instructed as a guard started leaving the group to their daily tasks upon hearing she was once again working at the greenhouse Sarah shook heavily but this was ignored by Tavia who coldly lead them towards their destination regardless of Sarah's state of mind.

Leaving Clementine with the person she didn't want to face right now. Kenny.

Barely two seconds of awkward silence had passed before he angrily muttered "So you still think this, is saving the group, huh Clementine?"

"It's better than being out there" she replied on monotone gazing at the gathering walkers on the other side of the barricaded fence, it was only then that she remembered that tonight was the night that the herd would hit the community, maybe the lack of the PA system's music would spare them the burden of dealing with the brunt of thousands of walkers.

Then again there was always the chance this community would fall tonight regardless and now they didn't have a plan to deal with it.

She prayed to God (for probably one of the only times) that the walls to this community were Walker resistant.

...

Kenny was sent off with the same short haired woman that Clementine had seen chatting earlier, Shel she remembered it was. Bonnie had said that Shel was a good person... maybe just maybe...

"Hey, guess you're with me again" Bonnie muttered walking into the pen with a wide smile, Clementine was very pleased to see her. In-between her indifferent allies and the creepiness of Carver, she was glad to have a genuine friend in the community who she could speak too.

Following Bonnie out of the pen, the two of them proceeded to the armoury however as they walked along Bonnie turned to Clementine. "Anyway I asked Carver about Reggie and... My God he was so upfront about it, like he'd pulled a weed out or something and that's just one of those moments when your blood runs cold and when goose-pimples run up your arm. Because the person you thought was there, was never there at all"

She opened up the door to the armoury as they walked inside.

"So, were doing the same as we did yesterday?" Clementine asked.

"Yeah simple enough job" Bonnie said as they took their seats, Clementine was already filling the magazines.

"Well, you're becoming a natural" Bonnie said rather impressed as she took her seat.

"It's nothing, I'm glad I'm here though and not in the Greenhouse, not after Reggie" she told Bonnie as the redhead cast Clementine a look of sympathy.

"That poor girl though, Carver making her go up there after what happened yesterday... she already a wreck with her autism and all..."

"Her what?" Clementine asked intrigued.

"Her autism sweetie, it's a... problem... people who have it can't talk to people as easily as me you or can. It's a complicated sort of problem, makes the poor girl a nervous wreck over everything, although Carlos's coddling of her hasn't helped her either" Bonnie thought aloud casting her opinion on the problem.

"How do you know Sarah has autism?" Clementine asked, were Bonnie and Sarah close? If so how had this detail gone unknown to her the first time?

"I don't speak to her, but just by seeing her around the community before and watching her with her dad... I just...well... had a friend once who had the same condition and it defiantly she acted just as Sarah does now" Bonnie explained.

"You used to be friends with a woman who found it hard to speak to people?" Clementine ventured further into Bonnie's past.

Bonnie shook her head "No, this girl tried, she... just couldn't help it... she was a wreck but... I used to hang around with a lot of people with problems" Bonnie muttered sadly her blue gaze finding the dull tiled floor as she was lost in her thoughts of her days of drug addiction, a cough from Clementine brought her back to her senses.

"Sorry, went on the memory train just now" Bonnie smiled as she returned to the mundane task of loading the golden bullets into a small magazine, it didn't help that when she twirled the cylinder shaped bullets in her fingers that they reminded her of the cylinder shaped syringes she once held in her fingers. She shook those thoughts away violently as Clementine decided to move matters forwards.

"Carver hasn't helped either" Clementine said flatly on the subject of Sarah's "problems" as Bonnie stared nervously at the red door at the other end of the dull brown room. Afraid almost that Carver was leant behind it listening in too every word.

"Maybe... maybe Luke was right about him after all, I mean after seeing the state he was in today... after the deal you made with him too" She sighed aloud as she got busy with loading another magazine.

"You heard about that then?" Clementine asked dreading the answer.

"Heard about it? I don't think I've heard Bill talk about something as much as he was talking about you" she then put on a poor impersonation of Carver's gravelly voice "That girl Clementine, use her as an example folks! Atta Girl, those idiots undermined by her! She's what this community needs! Whoever raised her deserves a medal... Oh I could go on and on Clem but I think you get the gist" Bonnie told her as Clementine felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"I was trying to help my group, because... I know what it's like out there Bonnie I think were safer in here for the time being" She explained to freckled woman.

"I was thinkin' the same thing especially with this herd coming along" Bonnie agreed with her, before she continued "You know when I first heard all about the deal from what Shel told me, I couldn't believe you'd do something like that. But now the more I think about it the more it makes sense. I mean you got a baby on the way, Sarah wouldn't last long out there if something happened to Carlos and now Luke's in bad shape..."

"I tried telling them that, but their all still angry at me...not that I blame them" she added quickly.

"I wouldn't blame too them darlin' but they'll come round in time, maybe an escape after this baby's born would make more sense" she said giving her opinion on the matter.

Bonnie and Clementine spoke on for a few more minutes, generally friendly chit chatter. Bonnie was getting to a strange question about choosing between "Lobster hands" or a "Snake Tongue" before a sudden burst of static from the walkie talkie silenced them.

"BONNIE! GOD-DAMN IT THERE'S A BEEN A BREACH... AT THE LEFT HANGER DOOR...!" The voice cut off in with a panicked yell.

"Damn it that was Wyatt, I have to go check what's up!" Bonnie exclaimed springing upwards, without even turning to check on Clementine, she flung the door wide open and ran towards through the store to the source of the commotion. With no choice, Clementine gave chase scooping up another rusty screwdriver as she gripped it in her right hand (having a feeling she'd need it) following the back of Bonnie's dull green jacket, everyone else seemed to preoccupied with their jobs or absent from the area to notice them.

Reaching a smaller hanger door, Clementine noticed the bearded, freckled man with the glasses that had spoken to her yesterday by Carver's office was struggling under a walker, Bonnie jabbed her gun at the walkers' head as it flew off him, another scream caught Clementine's ears as she turned to see 2 walkers about to crash down and bite a man on the neck...

She wasted no time, heroically she crashed into one walker and brought her screwdriver down on the other's one's head. Pulling the screwdriver out with a squelch she turned just in time to deal with the second one by thrusting the rusty metal upwards through it's skull, she let it go slack and fall to the floor. Panting heavily she turned to the man below her who was also bearded with big black eyes and a few facial piercings.

"Holy shit, you saved my life dude" He said to her in awe.

"It's Clementine to you and I'm a girl in case you hadn't noticed" she responded pulling off her most badass face, or trying too at least.

Bonnie dealt with the last walker as she helped the blonde man to his feet, "What the hell happened here Wyatt?" she asked gazing at the hanger door.

"Troy, he knocked the shit out of it and Stan left me and Eddie to deal with it, so we were... we were fooling around, alright!? But we swear to God we didn't hear these three fuckers approach and the next moment were fucking swarmed!" he was yelling in panic as he recounted his tale.

"Calm down, it's lucky you keep your Walkie Talkie on you, or I wouldn't have reached you in time" she told him sternly.

"I know, but fuck... when Bill finds out about this, especially about what happened to Reggie yesterday we are in fucking shit Bonnie" Wyatt was exclaiming more panicked about Carver than he was about the walkers.

"I know, we should cover this up, no one's here, this can stay between us, now calm down and help me move the bodies" she snapped.

As they got to moving corpses and chucking them outside the hanger door and clearing up splashes of blackish blood on the floor, Wyatt suddenly seemed to notice Clementine "Woah hang on a minute Bonnie she's here! She's gazing at us like a fucking fox! She'll tell people!"

Bonnie eyes found Clementine's "She won't Wyatt, this is Clementine, you know the girl who made the deal with Bill? She made that deal too protect her group and I trust her to make the right decision here so I reckon she will protect you too".

Clementine blinked at her, quite surprised by the praise she had just received.

"Look Clem, you can keep this little incident between us, Wyatt and Eddie here would really owe you, I know their as thick as two planks, but... their good people..."

"It's fine, I won't say a word I don't want anymore Reggie's" Clementine reassured her as Bonnie smiled.

"First you save my life from walkers and now from Bill, you are officially the coolest little girl I've ever met" Eddie complimented her in a dork like fashion as Wyatt and Bonnie rolled her eyes at him.

"What? She is cool, especially with her cap and all" He gazed at the blue and black thing in with a comedic expression on his face "Can I borrow it someday" he suddenly asked.

"In you dreams" she responded smiling.

Bonnie and Wyatt burst out laughing at Eddie's expense as his dorky face sunk, yet she liked these two new dorks (Eddie and Wyatt) already.

Gathering her allies.