HELLO! How you doing?!

Im in a very good mood today!

I feel like this chapter should've been done sooner, and I apologize.

We're going to try something a little new! I wanted to try and make this a bit of a multiple POV story, so we have Rockets, then Clems, then Rockets again. Now, notice that Rocket and Clem are two different people. So, Rocket will think differently and have different opinions. She might also have a bit of small things (Swears a lot, notices other peoples blunders, ETC) and its all to add onto her character. Rocket will have more spots next chapter, because I expected to be able to put ALOT more in this one, but it didn't work that way. Hope you bros are cool with that :)

MAILBAG!

Sean the artic fox: Much agreed! Lets do that!

Cap'n Morgan222: LONG LIVE THE BATMAN :D Im glad you liked that chapter! hope you like this one! Happy travels!

leafs nation: OMMIGOD THANK YOU! I worry about character development SO much because its such a big deal to me that they're realistic! Thank you! And yeah, Clem should know better by now XD

FUN FACT: I originally was going to make Rocket a little bit more responsible then she is now... But that would be boring XD

ONTO THE STORY!

Rockets POV

After about half an hour out in the tree-filled, insect invested part of the woods; I can honestly say that the sun shining in your eyes is the most annoying thing on the face of this earth. Why do we even need to be out here? With Wellington now out of the way, you'd think that it would be as effective as a huge neon sign saying, 'stay away'. And even if something does come our way, we just kill it. Pop a cap through their head. Clean and simple. Problem solved, right? But, the Big Bad is probably right. Like he always is. Damn him.

But if he really had to send me out here, did he have to make me take Alex along? I mean... Alex? If it had been Trace or Goldie Locks I'd have been fine with it. I get along with those two decently. I hardly even know Alex. We picked him up a little after we got Fiona. He was just at some gas station, covered in the grossest shit. Blood and guts just sticking onto him, clinging to his clothing, and stuck in bits of his hair. He was a little bitch about it too. Not that he seemed very tough to begin with.

He wasn't that strong or muscular, but its not like he was scrawny either. I don't even know if he could handle himself in a fight. Couldn't be older then twenty one. I've seen him shoot a gun, but that's pretty much it. The kid should really man up and grow a pair if you ask me. He must've been doing something right if he was still alive though. Maybe he has a surprise up his sleeve.

"How long do you think we'll be out here?" he asked, causing me to look back at him right when he ran a hand through his greasy, brown hair.

I shrugged, not really interested in engaging in conversation with this guy, "I don't know. Another hour or two. We have to check everywhere."

"I hope it's not that long," he muttered. I probably wasn't suppose to hear him because his voice was quieter than before, so I pretended that I didn't.

I tired to ignore his loud, stick-smashing steps as I looked around, looking for any sign of anything that wasn't... well... woods. I walked a bit forward and noticed something past some trees. I placed myself up on my toes and squinted in an attempt to get a better look.

I heard Alex take a step closer to me "So what do you think of that new girl Clem-"

"Shut up," I interrupted him before he had a chance to finish. Not only did he silence himself, but he froze in place too. I smirked. At least he knows how to obey orders. I gestured for him to come closer, which he did. I took the lead as he began following me. When I realized what it was, I grinned and rushed forward. Alex sloppily ran after me, nearly dropping his gun and tripping in the process.

That idiot just might get me killed.

I kept going, jumping onto a small boulder and then off again, and soon I wasn't on crunchy leaves anymore, but tar. I admittedly strutted up the road as I checked it out. There was some kind of gas station up ahead, but what really caught my attention was the billboard almost right in front of me. It was one of those ones that told you about what was near. I heard Alex catching up, panting and out of breath.

"Would it kill you to-" he coughed a bit and took a second to breathe before finishing his sentance, "Slow down a bit?"

I turned back to look at him, "We barley even ran!"

"Yeah, but you run faster and I cant-"

"Shh, you hear that?" I stopped him and put a finger to my lips. He looked around, trying to find what I meant.

He eventually gazed back at me, "What?"

"It's the sound of silence, and it is most pleasing to my ears Keep it that way" I groaned, rubbing my head a little bit as I looked back at the billboard. My hand soon reached up to touch one of the painted signs labeled Walmart, "Besides, we have shopping to do."

Clementines POV

"There," Kendall said, tossing some bloody tissues aside, "It'll heal properly now."

I looked down at my new set of stitches. He didn't put as many in as I thought he was going too. There were maybe eight in there, but I thought that I'd need, like, fifteen or something close to that. My hand went down to run my finger along the wound, but Kendall lightly slapped my hand away from them, as if warning me to keep my dirty paws of them, and handed me a pain pill and some water, which I took with a nod of appreciation.

"Keep it clean," he continued, looking through our antibiotics and handing me yet another pill, "Come to me daily to get one of these pills. They'll help make sure you don't get an infection. "

I gave him a firm nod, but a playful smirk, "Whatever you say, doctor."

He chuckled a bit, "Stop."

I shared a giggle with him before Fiona came to us. Her hands were dirty and sweat dripped down her forehead, which she wiped off with her arm as she took a breath. She looked at the good job Kendall had done with the smallest of smiles right before I tucked my shirt down.

"I see you're all fixed up," she observed, rubbing her hands together to help keep her warm.

"No," I smirked at her, "He just made it worse. We better shoot him."

"Please," Kendall spoke up, trying to hide a smirk of his own, "You love me too much to do that."

I rose a brow, "Don't be so confident in that."

Fiona rolled her eyes at our behavior. She ran a hand through her curly, blonde hair and looked like she was thinking about something before she finally looked back at the two of us.

"Hey, Kendall," she finally spoke. Fiona was a little bit shy, so it wasn't out of the ordinary to see her twiddling her fingers like how she was now. Kendall just offered her a reassuring smile, trying to make her more comfortable. She cleared her throat, "Greg wanted me to tell you that he wanted to speak to you."

He was putting something on a rag as he responded, "What about?"

"Oh, He's just... checking," she stumbled around looking for a word to describe it, "He just wants to make sure you're someone he'd welcome into the group."

"He did the same thing with me," I said so that she wouldn't have to continue, "Don't worry. He's not that bad."

He placed the rag in my hand. It was wet, probably water. I lifted my shirt up so that I could clean the remaining blood off.

He rose an eyebrow at me, "You guys call him, 'The Big Bad."

I shrugged, "Other then what happened last night, I really don't see why they call him that."

Fiona bit her bottom lip, "I'm just the messenger." And with that, she left.

"Well," Kendall sighed, "Better go see what he wants."

Rockets POV

I tried to keep my gun at a comfortable position while I lined it up to the store entrance and hid behind the back of the old, rusty car. I silently counted as I looked through the scope. I recounted at least five times, just making sure I was accurate. Better safe then sorry, right? I lifted myself away from my rifle and looked back at Alex, who was circling around the area with his gun at his side.

"Alex!" I hissed at him, carful to keep my voice down, "Get behind cover! Something will see you!"

He rolled his eyes before dropping down to a crouch. I shook my head a bit. This guy truly was an amateur at surviving, wasn't he? I bet other people took care of him throughout the apocalypse. I put my rifle back on my back, flinging it over like it was a backpack. It occasionally got heavy, but I could deal with it.

I cleared my throat and whispered back to him, "I can only see three out in the front, but god knows how many are inside."

"Alright," He nodded in understanding, "So what should we do?"

I hummed. At least he's good at following orders.

"We need to take the three out silently," I said, looking around a bit. I didn't even want to think of what might be out here, waiting for us to make a noise and come get us, "We should be quiet when we get inside."

I reached down to get the hammer, which was being held by one of the belt loops on my jeans, and made sure I had a firm grip on the handle before I came up from behind the car and dashed over to hide by a van that was closer to the store. Alex followed after me, but in a much louder fashion. He accidentally banged the stock of his gun on the side of the van, causing one of the nearby walkers to take notice and start stumbling towards us.

If it wouldn't have made a noise, I would've slapped the stupid out of him.

I didn't say anything, but I backed up a little and waited for the dead thing. He did eventually come and tried to lunge at me, but I slammed his body against the van and put the pointy end of the hammer in his forehead. He went limp and slid to the ground. I'm probably not the strongest person in the world, so I had to put my foot on it's torso before I could force it out. I grunted a bit and took a few steps back after I had my weapon back. there were now small splatters of blood on my cheeks as well as a small puddle of it in the ground. You'd think that after being dead for so long, they wouldn't bleed. At least, not as much

I took a deep breathe and looked ahead at the next walker. He was facing the store, back turned to me. The one ahead of him was just right by the entrance. Since we're clearly not going to be careful, might as well be fast.

I sprinted toward it and hit it on the top of the head with my mighty hammer. He fell to the ground, but I could still the low, raspy growl. I was quick to put myself to a kneel and continue pounding the hammer on its sensitive area. Bits of its rotted skull flew in and out from the inside of its head. The whole back of its head had been smashed in by the time I got up, panting.

"Rocket!" I heard Alex from behind me, "It heard you!"

I looked up to see the last one wobbling my way. I felt a smile shape its way onto my face as a giggle came out of my throat.

"Oh, look at you!" I spoke to it through my cackle. Of course, only a moan of hunger was what I was given in return. I circled around it, letting it twirl as it tried to find my sent, or whatever. Bits of what was either ripped clothes or decaying skin hung from it, moving around in the air as he continued to hunt after me. I took my time examining him, seeing if there was anything worth seeing. This one was clearly male during it's lifetime. Slightly overweight. I continued with what I was saying, "Oh... you are a big one, aren't you?"

"Rocket, what're you doing?!" Alex stressed again.

I paid no attention to him as I kept my eyeshot on my new friend here. I stopped moving and let him come closer.

"That's right," I praised him, beaming at him as I adjusted my grasp on the handle, "Come on here, boy."

He seemed to pause, probably just trying to relocate me so that he could lunge at me properly. When he finally realized where his potential meal was, he roared and shot at me, but I was quicker. I hit him on the side of the head, causing him to whirl backwards. He let out a growl louder then the usual ones he gave me before. He adjusted before shooting his dead, pearly white eyes at me.

And he was angry.

I kept my cocky stance up, "Bet that didn't feel good!"

"Rocket, stop!"

"But I'm just having too much fun!" I called back to Alex, who looked like he was about to shit his pants, "He's swaying, like a dancer!"

He was too slow for my liking, so I marched up to him myself and hit the other side of his head. He did the same as he did before hand, but this time, as his back was turned I marched up and swung at the top of his head with as much force as I could muster. He fell to the ground face first and I went back down again and hit him again. I don't know if I did it three or four more times; but, whatever the amount was, he was dead.

I took a breathe as I got up and wiped some blood off the side of my forehead, but only succeeded in smearing it.

"You're mad, woman!" Alex snapped at me, making it more then obvious that he did not approve of the way I took care of out problem.

I shrugged, not really in a mood for arguing, "Better than being sane."

I sighed and wiped some of the much off my jeans before straightening out my beanie and looking up at the store with a smirk. I gestured for him to follow as I continued forward.

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Question of the chapter (New things!): So far, who is your favorite OC?

Personal answer: This is quite hard to answer, because I adore them all just SO much. They're all interesting and very different people. I really am loving Fiona and Trace a lot. I don't know if I could choose between the two. Fiona's so damn cute and Tracy is cocky as hell. Whats not to like?

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