A/N: Okay on we go, thanks for everyone's continued support!
Walking Jess- Glad you're loving the story and Lilly
Bubbles2k100- My story made you cry? I really am starting to feel like Telltale now...
leafsnation- A divide of characters you love and hate. Hmm... I was thinking about putting another character popularity poll up, but that would have to occur after a big scene I have planned.
AquaDestinysEmbrace- Thanks for your continued support and as for what will happen to Vince, only time will tell...
Chameishida- Glad you're still loving the story!
j2jackson321- Yep, poor Gill.
Clemmycakes17- Thanks!
Rebloxic- Thanks! I really like that you pointed out Sarita's change especially regarding the fact her and Patricia were joking a few chapters ago, and how a few chapters later she killed her husband, hence indirectly killing her. Goes to show how people can change.
ffapathy- Thanks for another great review! and it's interesting to know what you make on everyone (hating Sarita, but liking Sarah's evolution into a stronger character).
Maximo- Well, Vince has to do some good, and Eggomypeggo- I haven't watched that episode of transformers but I'll be sure to check it out when I get the time and thank you Lockdown and A Writer With Mixed Interests!
Transformers g1's prime- thanks for your review and as for your question... It would be a tie between Made to Suffer and Fear The Hunters, my reasoning being that Made to Suffer was the whole prison conflict between Rick's group and the Governor, Lori and Judith died which I wasn't expecting. The governor actually won that war (that made it more depressing, shocking) before he shot down by his own. That volume was explosive and a thrilling read.
Fear The Hunters is also up there because I liked seeing the group on the move (with Abraham, Rosita, Eugene and Gabriel) I loved the development the characters got, Dale's death was handled brilliantly and the hunters made for pretty good villains. I also like Negan as a character, but I feel the whole Alexandria Safe Zone story has been dragged on for a while now, but Kirkman impressed me with the new groups/problems/skin bandits after the time skip (Although I'm still not a fan of Carl, I like his development) anyway that's my answer.
Nobody spoke, the darkness that encompassed the remaining 18 souls at the back of the truck seemed to stifling for anyone to mumble any words. Only deep breathing and the occasional sob were all that was heard from the 18 people crammed into the back of truck like ill placed sardines.
Bonnie and Mike kept their eyes on the road in front of them, making the total number of people still alive at a solid 20. They still had high numbers, yet Bonnie grieved terribly for the family of three that had been left behind. Left to die... left to be eaten by walkers. Randy, Patricia... Gill...
Mike managed to hold back any sort of emotions as each walker bounced of the windscreen caused the truck to shake horribly and for the strong African american man, to jolt up or down in his seat. Yet his knuckles were clenched so tight around the cool steering wheel he managed to drive through the flocks of walkers approaching the store and (using the very last rays of maroon sunshine) found the little ramp Stephanie had put down earlier that day. Accelerating forward, he put his foot down on the pedal as he felt himself fly forward violently when they crossed the shaky ramp...
"Oh... shit..." Mike mumbled, as the large truck managed to speed over the tiny ramp, the little thing had held which prevented them from falling into the moat had served them for the last time, and it had done it's job. As the last tyre screeched over the small thing it was official to them all... the store was gone for good.
Mike had no time to lament over this, through the trees lay the usual dirt-path he and Bonnie took the truck too, where they could burn the walker corpses. Now his eyes were locked on the poorly lit road ahead of him. Switching on the headlights did little to help, Mike could only accelerate a little faster, not liking driving with poor visibility through the rocky road through the pine forest. But the thought of the cult catching up... well... it only propelled him to go faster.
"It's gone" Bonnie sobbed sadly from next to Mike. Mike couldn't look at her, as his eyes were still locked on the road ahead of him. Yet he did manage a short reply.
"Yeah, well at least we don't have to burn walker corpses no more" He joked lightly as Bonnie let out the tiniest chuckle at his words. Even through everything they had been through today, she still had Mike. And she be dammed if she'd lose Mike. And not to walkers or the cult...
She kept her opinions to herself for a short while, sniffing against the windowpane of the truck and looking out into the darkening forest. She must have been staring at the never ending trees for longer than she expected, because when her eyes fluttered open she realised her freckled cheek was pressed against the glass. Alarmed, she lifted the aching half of her face and wiped the black bags from under her eyes. The engine was still running, as the tyres softly crunched over twigs and rocks on the dirt-path. Right now, the forest was completely black, as tiny white pin-drops of stars, were dotted above the truck as it moved on through the night.
She turned to see Mike was still awake, his eyes still peeled on the road yet they seemed to be tinged a shade of swollen red at the edges.
"You miss em too" Bonnie said, realising that barely anything had changed in time she had been asleep. Other than that Mike must have cried silently.
"It's just..." Mike began in a voice so soft, before his eyes hardened somewhat and he growled "Fuck! It's just... Gill. His was just a boy Bonnie! 12 Yeas old, I know kids die, I've seen it happen before... but I knew that kid. Remember how I'd used to prop up the little guy on my shoulders, and he'd help with the constructions sometimes... I didn't think he'd die. I thought Randy or Patricia would protect him, but they weren't there... it's just... I know it's stupid but all three of them! Dead like that! It's..." Mike stared at the ground momentarily as a few more tears fell from his eyes, Bonnie placed a pale hand on his shoulder and squeezed. All Mike needed was the comfort.
Mike quickly regained himself and looked ahead of him again, "I guess that's why I was alone at first Bonnie, I didn't want to get attached to people. But it happens and now I have you..." As he spoke, Bonnie offered him the best smile she could muster, "Look here. I know you're worried. But I promise you. I have you to live for, this whole apocalypse... I was just a helpless junkie before all this, now I have so much to live for" she mused, but Mike merely shook his head.
"It's not walkers I'm worried about Bonnie. Or even that damn cult, yeah they scare me... but if you died because of them. I'd be sad, but I'd accept it. Because it's in their nature.I watched my parents get eaten by walkers, my girlfriend... even my brother! But I lived through that, because I could accept it! What I can't accept is the fact a little boy died because Vince wasn't doing his damn job! Or the fact that Randy was murdered in cold blood!" Bonnie nodded as she processed this, it was true. The evidence that Lilly had found was too overwhelming, Randy had been murdered in cold blood leading to Patricia's untimely end. Bonnie looked at the silver panels behind her... the group couldn't see or hear them from here... they were safe to say what they wanted.
"It makes me sick Bonnie. I'm already fucking restraining myself around Vince, but he didn't directly murder Gill, whoever shot Randy did. It just makes you feel as if..." he eyes wondered to the stars above for a few seconds, before they came crashing back down to the path ahead of him "as if...all your efforts to pull a group together were for nothing! It's like all because of one person... the group goes to shit! It really fucking pisses me off...!" Mike was ranting now, as Bonnie stared at him concerned somewhat. After a few more minutes of silence, Bonnie had to speak up.
"I know who stole the meds" she uttered tonelessly. Mike didn't even react.
"I bet you did. Keeping it all too yourself, because I'm too reckless to know" Mike snapped at her. Ripples of anger crossing his face.
"Hey! I didn't keep it too myself for that reason...!" Bonnie yelled back.
"YEAH! YOU'RE JUST AFRAID I'LL LOSE IT! LIKE LUKE RIGHT!? I'M NOT MAD LIKE LUKE, BONNIE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY...!?" Mike was screaming as Bonnie managed to get her voice heard above his...
"I WAS SCARED MIKE! I WAS SCARED OF WHAT LUKE OR VINCE OR ANYONE WOULD DO IF I SAID ANYTHING! THREE PEOPLE ARE DEAD! ONE OF THEM MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD! THAT COULD BE ME OR YOU NEXT MIKE...!"
Mike merely scoffed at her reply, before he piped up again "WE HAVE TO ACT BONNIE! WE CAN'T KEEP THIS SILENT SHIT UP WHEN YOU KNOW THINGS! YOUR HUNCH IS USUALLY RIGHT! WHY NOT USE IT!? ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND BY AND LET MORE PEOPLE DIE!? MAYBE YOU'RE HOPING I'LL DIE SO YOU CAN RUN BACK TO LITTLE LUKE...!"
"MIKE!" Bonnie exploded, but Mike didn't stop.
"I'VE SEEN HOW YOU LOOK AT HIM BONNIE! YOU STILL FEEL SOMETHING FOR HIM! I KNOW YOU DO! DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME...!" Mike bellowed, as Bonnie's eyes softened, as Mike seemed to see right through her.
"Why didn't you say anything then Mike? If that's your problem, why didn't you say anything?" Bonnie pleaded of him, Mike's look of anger instantly died on his face, he looked lost, before he muttered in a small, lost voice...
"I was scared. Scared of what Luke would do. I was scared of saying anything Bonnie! Were both fucking scared aren't we!?" Mike wailed, as he sniffed back the tears that hung on the edge of his eyelids, Bonnie sighed and ran a hand through her thinning red hair, (with a sad reminder with that Randy gone, she was probably the last ginger alive).
"We need to do something. You're right Mike we can't just sit here and not act, when a cold blooded murder might hurt Clem, AJ or Sarah... I don't know what we'll do, but It can't be murder. We can't stoop to that... the group's already fracturin' as it is..." Bonnie murmured, looking back at the silver panels behind her.
"Whoever is killing, clearly ain't thinkin' of the group at all" Mike grunted.
"No, Natasha and the Russians ain't" Bonnie said, naming the culprits as Mike's eyes widened, as she began to explain every scrap of evidence she could, from the little slip up Arvo had made back in the other truck. Her close observation of Natasha... the fact the Russians weren't anywhere to be seen during the initial chaos that the cult had caused...
Yet as Bonnie spoke, there was one thing that was left unsaid. That being her thoughts on Luke... Mike knew Luke was mad. A rapist and somebody who had lost their way. Bonnie did too, he was too far gone. He had done a horrific thing to Kelly.
Yet Mike was right... somewhere... deep down she still felt something for the young southern man. She believed behind the broken monster, there was a shred of humanity left. He could be saved... it was blind hope but it was something.
Yet Luke's descent into someone with bucket- loads of humanity, to now merely having a shred was something that scared Bonnie more than the Russians or the cult ever could.
Clementine couldn't wait for much longer.
It was close to midnight, or it had to be near enough, her birthday was very shortly approaching. No one in the back of the truck had spoken in hours. She had spent the hours hugging her knees and trying to sleep (managing a few good hours) as she woke up. An overheard light had turned on shortly after they left Howe's for good.
She awoke next to Luke (the man was completely coiled into himself) Clementine had been given the whole birds and the bee's chat by Nick of all people. The result was humorous with Sarah asking the awkward questions, and Gill was there with Randy and Patricia right behind a clueless Nick as he described "sex" to the children...
Yet even looking back on this happy and funny memory was now stained with sadness. Considering it happened in the greenhouse, right where Gill had lain down to sleep and Randy and Patricia were bled out and white... not living, functioning parents... who would gather the group in a huddle and explain for hours on end their journey from Arizona to Howe's itself...
The family of three. Dead and Gone. Leaving a hole in Clementine's heart, The trio hadn't fought for the store but in strange way Clementine felt sad about them dying, because it was truly a step back. Randy, Gill and Patricia were the last to arrive but the first to leave. So who was next? Kenny? Christa? The Russians? Rebecca? Nick? Sarah? Would they all be bled out and white in the mere days and weeks to come?
Her whole miracle second chance had been revolved around taking over (and sustaining) the hardware store. Now that was over, what was there to do now? To fly in the dark with no future knowledge at all to guide her, her mind was jammed. She had given the group an almost a year extra of a lifespan... she was still alive to see her 12th birthday. But no doubt stupid mistakes would be made that she couldn't go back and prevent... besides views had changed.
She glared at Vince as she passed his sleeping form, the Asian man having taken her position of leader without so much as a word of opposition. She couldn't be cunning and clever as she had with Carver. That novelty was over, she was a 12 year old girl being led by the adults now. She wasn't a fierce, badass leader. She was a helpless little girl, her leadership was gone, Luke was disgraced (Clementine was able to grasp what "rape" was, it being sex without wanting to have sex, as Rebecca had told the kids sombrely one day back at the hardware store, which now seemed a lifetime ago).
Despite knowing he had done a terrible thing, Clementine vowed (in her head) to stick by the man she had grown so close too. No one would replace Lee, but Luke was coming close. She couldn't bear to watch him be shot down again... his motivation kept her going. She couldn't lose Luke like she lost Omid and Lee. Both older male figures that were shot down. Because of her stupidity, Luke was the third man on that list... then her second chance came around and she saved him.
She suddenly realised, she did have a goal. Protect Luke. Even when no one else would. Protect Luke. Protect Nick. Protect Sarah and AJ, along with Kenny, Lilly, Sarita, Christa, Bonnie, Vince (even if she was annoyed with him) the group in general. Clementine would try her damn hardest to do what she could to protect her group.
She reached the container and peered inside of it, she knew Gill would hide it in here. She knew it. (He always did hide things in this wooden container in particular) Clementine scooped up his small gift (wrapped up in thin coloured layers of plastic) and sat back down next to Luke. (Carefully stepping over legs and arms as she did so) Wyatt watched her closely as she sat down again.
"I wouldn't keep sitting by him, if I were you Clem" Wyatt told her.
"I want too. I know what he did was a bad thing. But we've all done bad things" Clementine spoke back to him, as the blonde man simply stared back at her through his glasses. Clementine gulped and turned back down to her gift, wondering if Wyatt still found her impressionable or just some little girl he could boss around.
"What you got there?" Wyatt asked in curiosity, staring at the coloured pieces of paper in Clementine's hands.
"It's my birthday today. Gill prepared me a gift" Clementine muttered sadly, Wyatt's face fell as he looked from the present back towards Clementine.
"Fuck..." he muttered, prolonging his curse, before he regained himself and muttered "I gotta go talk to Vince, I'll leave you to open his present Clem"
Clementine thanked him as Wyatt walked over to where Vince lay next to Kelly. As he did so Clementine slowly unfurled the layers of paper to find her present inside and next to it...a small piece of paper, with Gill's scrawly handwriting over it. With shaky hands Clementine lifted the birthday card to her eye level and read...
Happy 12th Birthday Clem!
This is my present, you better enjoy it because I spent ages sneaking it from under Nick's nose (all the stuff in the greenhouse and they have just what I need) anyway I thought since I call you Clem. You'd grow into an actual Clem-entine one day, get it! So you'll need to eat this to actually become a Clementine (don't worry you're already on your way to becoming a fat orange ball)
So, missus fat orange ball (with a cool hat) enjoy my gift!
Your friend Gill!
Clementine lifted a small orange from next to the birthday card.
Gill had given her a Clementine orange.
Clementine spent the next twenty minutes weeping to herself, clutching Gill's last letter and his last gift close to her chest. She didn't think anyone could hear her cry as she muffled her sniffs and sobs, but apparently when Luke's arm pulled her closer to him, as she buried her face on the side of his torso. She realised that Luke was always there to watch out for her. So despite the glare that Wyatt gave Luke upon embracing Clementine, he didn't back away from her.
"Alvin's finally asleep" Rebecca told a nearby Sarita. The Indian woman looked up from where she was gazing at the ground, Kenny was snoring from next to her and his bearded chin lay on her shoulder. She turned to address Rebecca who had clearly spoken to her.
"Well... at least you know how to raise a child in this mess. You are doing an amazing job Rebecca" Sarita complimented her, as Rebecca merely sighed.
"Don't feel like it. It just feels like I'm dragging myself through each day and nothing gets better, it just gets worse" Rebecca said as she cradled her growing son to her lap, (she noticed Christa in the corner of her eye gazing at Alvin as well).
"Well at least you must be doing something right. Considering Alvin's alive and well" Sarita told her.
"Yeah. But I've just got the feeling that... that things are only going to get worse. Now were out here in the open... let's hope for your sake and Kenny's that Wellington isn't overrun, or some pipe dream, because giving birth in a world like this... damn. It's tough Sarita I'm not going to lie and now Patricia's gone we don't even have a hairdresser, my curls are gonna be hell in a day or two..." Rebecca tried to joke to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem to be working on a still shaken Sarita.
There was silence between the two woman for a while, before Sarita managed to ask one question.
"Rebecca how far would you go too protect Alvin?"
Rebecca looked down at her son, back to Sarita and quickly stole a glance at Christa before giving her answer.
"I love my little boy more than words can say Sarita. I already had to help to kill his father, I killed old friends I knew at the community to protect my boy. I know if it came down to it. I'd do it again" Rebecca muttered darkly as Sarita never actually considered this, did she have it in her to do what Rebecca had done? What if Carver was Kenny? What if Kenny went insane... would Sarita kill him to protect her child? Rebecca had to face that option at one point and she decided too protect her son.
Sarita questioned if she was strong enough to stop the killing spree she had started to protect her child.
She excused it as motherly love, but her answer had to be a damming "No".
Nick watched Sarah sleep peacefully on his knee, he looked over the truck to see Luke embracing Clementine who was huddled into herself. She hoped that Clementine could knock some sense into Luke. He was honestly (emotionally and physically) exhausted and couldn't muster the energy to comfort or confront Luke after what he had learned. He knew Luke. He knew Luke far too well and he was the nicest guy Nick had ever known, dragging a useless heap like himself through the mud so he could have a friend. He still remembered the first time they had met.
He was 6, it was at the local sports day (he wasn't as athletic as the other boys) so he ended up losing the race in a very humiliating last place (out of 12) his mother and Uncle Pete still cheered him on, so through his misery and anger, he kept his head down and everything seemed like it was in control. That was until Nick's very own father had shown up on the small field at the back of their school, to learn his son had disgraced him by finishing last in a kids race.
Uncle Pete and his mother hadn't gotten there in time. By the time his drunken father (causing a massive scene he was) had gotten to Nick. He had yelled some very hurtful and absurd things to his frightened six year old son, ending with him chucking him into a small mud pit and kicking him. The other boy's had laughed at him... teachers were yelling, Nick was crying... it was awful. He was dragged (still muddy, bruised and humiliated) and left in a chair outside an office. His mother and Uncle Pete screamed the most hellish things at Nick's father (he didn't seem bothered by it all).
Nick himself just remembered feeling very sad about himself, so much so. He snuck back out onto the sports field (it was still full, so he hid himself in the corner of the field) and proceeded to let himself full back into the mud. Feeling like a pig, feeling useless as he splashed mud into his eyes and mouth quoting his father as he croaked things out like "I'm piece of a dirt" or "I belong here". He was crying, he was miserable and he was cold. And then it starting raining and everyone went inside, no one noticed him. Nick liked it that way, now his was cold. With any luck he hoped it would just get worse.
Everyone left, no one noticed and no one cared about the useless liability in the mud. Expect for Luke. Even at 6 Luke was the only one who actually went up to a troubled Nick. The only one who cared...
"So, what were you thinking Nick?"
Nick jumped and was brought back to present, his flashback ending as he blinked and noted how an icy cold tone had cut through the warmth of the first meeting between himself and Luke. He turned to find the fittingly icy eyes of Stephanie near to his own.
"What was I thinking?" Nick echoed, still trying to get back into present.
"Yes Nick" Stephanie snapped, as Nick massaged his forehead "What the hell were you thinking? Telling everyone I was running away?"
Nick groaned, as he gave his annoyed growl of an answer "I only told Lilly, calm the hell down Stef, besides running away's stupid as fuck anyway" He told her, Stephanie went from angry to furious as she spluttered out the next words in a seething rage.
"Really? The way the group is now. You think it's stupid? They don't need a fuck up like me around..." She muttered.
"They do. Leaving's selfish Stef, you're only doing it too protect yourself, more than you're doing it too protect others" Nick told her matter of factly, yet this seemed to piss Stephanie off even more.
"Nick, the whole group blames me and Lilly for the cult thing. If I don't end up doing something stupid! I'll probably get shot anyway and..." she looked around her nervously, ensuring that no one was listening in on their conversation "I like to be alone. Just let me go Nick and don't make a scene..." she begged of him.
"No. You're staying and seeing this through. You think being alone is the best thing, I used too think it too... but it really isn't" Nick said thinking back to his first meeting with Luke. How he had helped too protect Sarah.
"Will you fucking listen to me...!" Stephanie growled, her voice rising considerably.
"You're not fucking listening to me, so why should I listen to you!?" Nick shouted, as a few heads shot up in interest at this brewing argument.
"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR ME NICK! YOU DON'T! WE HAVE FUCKING NOTHING IN COMMON ALRIGHT!?" Stephanie suddenly screamed, making many people jump.
"WE DO HAVE A LOT OF COMMON! WE GOT ON BECAUSE OF THAT! ARE YOU THAT FUCKING STUPID, NOT TO REALISE THAT! IF WE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON! WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME!? WHY AREN'T YOU TALKING TO SOMEONE ELSE!?" Nick demanded of her, as she merely huffed.
"Guys" Vince tried to interject helplessly.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE NICE NICK! BUT YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A KNOW-IT-ALL ASSHOLE! STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO! AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Stephanie roared.
"I...!" Nick began to shout.
"WILL THE PAIR OF YOU PUT A FUCKING CAP ON IT!?" Lilly roared over to the pair of them, silencing them much quicker and more effectively than Vince's futile attempt, as she did so Vince noticed her empty a nearby bag-pack onto the floor it's contents spilling everywhere.
"Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing!?" Vince yelled at her.
"Trying to find out who stole the meds! They should be in one of those bags!" Lilly replied, as food and bullets rolled across the vibrating floor of the truck.
"I didn't give you permission to do that" Vince growled.
Lilly ignored him. She reached for another bag.
"Hey! Vince told you not to do that! and you won't find any...!" Kelly began, her words dying on her tongue when a waterfall of bright white meds poured from the backpack she had in her hands. No one spoke, they only looked on in shock, Sarah awoke and marvelled at the site of the stolen meds being discovered. The Russians peered ahead of themselves nervously, wondering who Kenny had framed for this.
Lilly clutched the bag as silence overtook the truck. Only the revving of the engine could be heard.
"Whose-bag-is-this?" she growled.
No one spoke, as Vince suddenly sprang up next to her.
"Speak up now. We need to sort this" he tried to say in calmer tone, yet his eyes were just as dark as Lilly's. No one answered, the tension reached breaking point when Eddie (of all people) finally muttered what everyone else knew.
"Dude, that's your bag" He said openly to Vitali.
Vitali paled and looked ahead of him, Kenny's face betrayed no emotion but that didn't matter, because Kenny had tricked them into this deal. He had betrayed them, Vitali felt an uncontrollable anger fly through his body as he lunged at Kenny, managing to land a few fresh punches on his face.
"BASTARD! YOU MOTHER-FUCKING AMERICAN BASTARD! FUCKING TRAITOR!" Vitali was roaring, as many tried to pry the pair apart. Sarita screamed and dived into the corner of the truck, AJ woke up and began to wail and cry, the whole situation turned chaotic in a mere few seconds... Lilly was banging on the panels ahead of her.
"STOP THE TRUCK! STOP THE TRUCK! THERE'S A FUCKING SITUATION BACK HERE!"
Bonnie and Mike heard the madness, (somewhat muffled) but could still hear Lilly's voice as they slowly brought the truck to a halt, as it did Arvo began to scream and cry openly, as Vitali screamed louder...
"THEY BETRAYED YOU TOO! KENNY AND HIS BITCH! HIS BITCH SHOT RANDY! HIS BITCH SHOT RANDY! WE HAD A DEAL...!" He was yelling as he was dragged out of the truck by Eddie, Wyatt and Vince. Natasha, Christa and a crying Arvo trailed after him, everyone else in the truck turned towards Sarita and Kenny.
"Their lying" Kenny spat on instantly, wiping some blood from his mouth.
Instead of finding reassurance, he found Lilly's gun in his face, as she said coldly her oldest rival "Get outside..."
"What, you can't be serious?" Kenny tried to say, yet Lilly didn't flinch in the slightest.
"Outside. Both of you." Lilly growled, as Sarita felt like her heart was going to explode from out of her chest.
"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" She yelled in desperation, only confirming her guilt. She looked up to find Rebecca looking down at her, Rebecca looked disgusted with her "friend".
"We didn't... Clem!" Kenny yelled, his eyes finding her's as Clementine looked down at Kenny in shock "Clem I didn't do this! You know me! You know I wouldn't!" He begged of her, Clementine didn't know what to say, her mind couldn't process this news. Was this true? Lilly seemed to think it was. In her silence, Kenny and Sarita were led outside of the truck.
Clementine dashed out after them. This was going to be ugly.
Last time this had happened. Carley died, Clementine's hopes were not very high, as she leapt out onto the dirt track.
So much for saving the whole group. She was powerless.