What I learned from last chapter:

. Nick is daddy.

.I should continue onto season two.

ALRIGHT! it shall be continued!

Moving on, I apologize if this chapter seems rushed. I was actually kinda in a hurry. I made it a little longer to make up for it. Sorry if it seems sloppy and rushed.

ONTO THE STORY!

I tied my hair back and had my handgun tightly clutched into my right palm (Which was a little bit sweaty). Nick looked around before he kneeled down to my height and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked at me with his big, shiny blue eyes. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I offered him warm smile, one of which he returned.

"Are you sure?" He asked me in his deep, southern voice, "I'm think we can still get Luke to think of a different plan if you.."

I held a hand up to silence him, "Nick," I started, "It's time to leave. I'll wait in front, just get the guns and medicine with Carlos and Luke, pick Reggie up. Bonnie and I can take care of the rest."

That worried look still lingered in his eyes, "You think you can handle it?"

I gave him a nod, "I know I can."

I thought he was going to protest. But, to my surprise, he just chuckled and gave me a hug. I returned it and gave him a squeeze. I knew what we were about to attempt was very dangerous and I wasn't to sure if he would come out of there alive. I mentally slapped myself for thinking such a thought. Nick is stronger then everyone thinks. Even I forget this sometimes. But he would come back. I know he will. He always does.

After many moments, he finally let me go, "Make me proud baby girl," He brushed another lock of hair away. He looked behind him and saw Luke motioning him over, "Gotta go," He mumbled and stood up.

"Wait!" I called up to him before he left. He looked down at me with curious eyes and I hesitated before speaking, "Just remember to keep your promise!"

He nodded and smiled, "You too!" He said as I watched him scurry to Luke and I walked myself to the front gates.

After I closed the front door behind me, I felt anxiety and fear crawl into my system. I paced around and kept a firm grip on my gun. Hopefully, if this goes as planned there will be no need for violence. The plan was to slip out, but I could see how that could go wrong. I heard the door creak open. Out of reflex I readied my gun in case I had to defend myself. My heart slowed down when I realized that it was just Bonnie.

"Jesus Bonnie!" I breathed and put my gun away so that it was tucked between my hips and the edge of my jeans, "You really scared the shit out of me!"

She gave a disapproving look at my choice of words, "Sorry city mouse," She apologized, "But I need your help."

I raised an eyebrow, "With what?!"

"Sarah's worried about her dad," Bonnie summarized, "I need someone to calm her down. That would be you."

"Is anything else wrong?" I asked, hoping the answer would be no.

"Well," The redhead scratched the back of her head, "Rebecca ain't all that calm either, but I have Alvin working on her. Just worry about your friend."

I nodded, "Will you watch out here for me?" I asked.

"Yeah," She took my spot, "Please hurry if you can." with those words said I ran to the pins, determined to calm Sarah down. When I arrived, I saw the slightly older girl hugging herself and with a worried look in her eyes. She trembled slightly and Pete had a hand on her shoulder.

I approached her and put on a kind voice, "You alright, Sarah?"

"Where is my dad?" She asked quickly, "Is he ok? Will he be back soon?"

I kindly took one of her hands in my own, "He's fine. He just needs us to go to the front. He'll be right back. I promise."

"Are you sure?" She hesitantly asked.

I gave her hand a squeeze, "Yes. You just have to go to the front. It's not that far from here. Pete will go with you!"

Sarah looked at the older man with trust in her eyes, "Alright," She said, "Thanks Clem."

"Just a second, Sarah" Pete dragged me away from her. He turned to me and asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yes," I said, relieved nothing was wrong.

"It's just," He looked at me, sympathetically, "You're so young, and I know this isn't the best time for this, but I just wanted to be sure."

"Yeah," I nodded, "Im fine," He turned to walk away, but I stopped him, "Wait!"

He looked back at me, "Yeah Clem?"

I reached into my back pocket and fumbled around the golden tool I had found in Carvers office. I've been meaning to give it to him, but I hadn't been able to find the time, "I have your watch." I informed him.

He looked shocked, but that look left as soon as it came, "Where did you get that?" He asked as he reached out to grab it.

"Found it," I teased and didn't go into detail.

He played around with the clasp and attached it to his wrist, "Thanks," He mumbled, "Now lets-" He was cut off by gunfire. Well, to be more accurate, a gunshot. Just one. Sarah yelped at the noise and hid behind Rebecca, who stroked the girls hair and whispered words of comfort to her. Pete practically dragged me away before I could investigate why the noise had been made. He knows me so well.

"Wait!" I tried to free myself from his grasp, "What happened?" I asked as if I expected him to know the answer even though I knew he didn't.

"Those boys better hurry up," Pete mumbled. I felt myself grow worried for my friends. With that feeling entering my system, I struggled more to get away from Pete. However, my attempts were useless, "Clem," He pushed me forward, "Give me your gun, and go wait by the front with Sarah. I'm gonna go find them."

"No!" I shook my head, angrily, "They could be in trouble! I can help!"

"Nick would be pissed with me," He made and excuse.

I was not convinced, "Pete, please?"

He didn't answer me. Instead, he took my gun when I wasn't expecting it and dashed in the direction of the gunshot. Before he handed me to Alvin, who restrained me while I tried to run after Pete. With Alvin being stronger then me, it didn't take much for him to hold me back and push me to the front. When I exited, I hear another gunshot, and one more after that. Thankfully, the five of them returned. I looked to Luke.

"Where's Bonnie?!" I panicked, thinking the simple redhead could be dead.

"She's buying us some time," Luke panted. There was another gunshot. Luke looked behind him before he added, "We have to go, NOW!" I nodded in agreement.

"THERE!" A new voice screamed. I looked around and saw a long haired man, who I believed was named Wyatt, pointing toward us. He had another woman with him along with Vince. My group ran. We ran into the unknown. I was one of the fastest, almost the lead of my herd. The only reason Sarah wasn't behind was because she clung to her father, who was running even faster then me. I heard a yelp and my head snapped in it's direction.

Reggie had tripped and was now laying on the floor. I stopped. My first thought was to run back and help him, but the sight of the three people behind us, catching up to us and nearly to him, somehow changed my mind. My survival instincts kicked in. I did my best to ignore Reggie's pleads for help. A part of me was shouting to go back to him, saying that we didn't leave friends behind and that I would regret it if I didn't go back. the other part just wanted to stay alive, The though of what Carver would do to me if I were caught is terrifying.

I don't know how long we ran. All I know is Reggie's voice died out from the distance and Howes was far behind us. I ignored the pain in my legs as I willed them to keep going. Eventually, my lack of breath forced me to slow to a walk. By that time we should have been safe. None of Carvers men or Carver himself were near us. I panted and my lings felt dry and cracked. I looked behind me and discovered everyone else was gasping for air as well. I wiped my sweaty forehead and looked at my group.

Rebecca, Sarah, Carlos, Pete, Nick, Luke, and Alvin. That was it. It felt a little weird without Bonnie. I remember the others we had lost while at Howes. Im sure Carry would have left after she saw what Carver really was. I could see that she was a little afraid of him. But she was the last shard of his sanity, and after she was gone he had snapped. Helena wouldn't have gone anywhere without her son. I know she would have been fully capable of escape and may have even made things easier.

It doesn't matter. They're dead. Im assuming Reggie will be killed and I can only hope that Bonnie will be spared if Carver finds out about her involvement with this. I rubbed the back of my neck and patted Carlos.

"Hey," I breathlessly said, "Do you have any water?" I eyed the small white bag that he had smuggled out of there. He nodded. Thank god!

"Thank you," I muttered was I unscrewed the cap and took a huge gulp. Swallowing felt horrible. He only had five, so we all had to share. After we took a few minutes of regaining ourselves, I heard Luke.

"We cant stop," He announced, "The civil war museum isn't too far. We can stay there for the night, and then we must move on."