I kept a watch on what was happened when Clementine went up to the door slowly. "I...I can't breath," Says Sarah. "Calm down, you're gonna get us all killed," I clench my fists, then keep spying on who was at the door.
Clementine was just about to open the door, when it opened on it's own.
"Hello there," Says a man with a scruffy voice, big leather jacket, and a messy set of hair.
"Hello..." Clementine says.
Shit. I had to help Sarah hide. She won't be able to hide by herself. I mean, this guy could be dangerous for all we know. He could kill us all.
"Upstairs. Now," I say in the quietest voice.
She nods and follows my directions, stepping up each creaky step.
We got to her room and I opened the worn door, slipping under the bed. She was still heaving loudly. Dammit. I had to do something about that. I slapped my hand over her mouth and told her "Shhh." Hopefully that will get her to calm the fuck down.
I can hear their distant voices as they talked.
"Just passin' through. Going north." I hear Clementine say.
"Whole lot of people heading that way lately. Me, I don't get it. Just as much as nothing up there as there is down here. And I can't stand that Yankee weather."
"The cold slows them down."
"Well that's not worth the trade in my opinion."
A stretched silence passes through.
"Where does this go?"
"Uh..I-in the drawer there."
I hear a drawer slide open and then close. Shit. What was that guy up to? Clementine. Do something.
"Well, this is a real nice place. Kinda cozy." I hear the man point out.
Silence.
"I knew a guy that always wore shirts like this. Doctor."
Fucking hell.
"Real smug son of a bitch...But a smart man."
"What happened to him?"
"Let's just say we had our differences."
My brain clicked. Carver. They were talking about a Carver throughout the whole time I was here. I had no idea who he was. And now maybe I do. Maybe this is him. Yeah. Had to be...FUCK ME. EVERYTHING IS SHIT NOW.
"Sooner or later, people close to you will find a reason to cross you. Happens every time."
And then. Sarah. Sarah you BITCH.
Sarah moved her leg, making a loud bang against the top of the bed with her foot. She just had to move. Because she was so damn uncomfortable.
I could hear him.
"What was that? ...I thought you said nobody's here."
"It's...probably just the wind."
Lame excuse, Orange. Good job with saving our asses.
There was a long, long silence that was probably two minutes, but felt like two hours.
And then the door opens.
I move ever so slowly farther away from the opening of under the bed, closer to the wall.
I see Clementine notice us. I felt like flicking her the finger right then, but that would be too distracting from our real job: surviving from this guy.
"I told you. Nobody's here." says Clementine.
"Seems that way."
Yeah bitch. So leave.
"Didn't mean to be rude. Couldn't just leave you here with a good conscience if someone was poking around, right?"
"Sure..."
And then.
The picture.
It was still on the floor. And it had Clementine in it.
"You have no idea who these people are, do you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Lemme ask you this. When you met 'em, how much did they trust you?"
"Well, they locked me up. In a shed."
This fucking kid is going to get a beating when this guy leaves. If he ever does.
"If people don't trust you, how can you trust them?...Well, I think I've troubled you long enough. I can let myself out now."
"Why shouldn't I trust them?" Clementine yells down the stairs as he leaves.
But all he said was, "You have a real good day now."
And with that, he left.