Author's Notes: Hello everyone! It's been awhile I've been really swamped with schoolwork, but rest assured I intend to make this updated weekly to the best of my ability. Although I won't release a chapter if it's not quite ready or isn't as good as it could be. Well enjoy :)
The sun's bright ass glare got Logan to wake up. He rolled over and sighed this was his seventh night of barely getting sleep. The image of Gregory's mangled corpse was burned into his mind; he couldn't stop thinking about it. Logan was disgusted and still wondering what sick bastard would do something like that. Eventually he got himself out of bed being careful to not wake Henry or Nico.
Once he got to the courtyard he sat down at a picnic table and contemplated some things. Like where Mary vanished to when they were dealing with Miles? Where was Maren's fake ass the whole time? Did she actually escape or did someone find her? Is she a mole? Where the fuck is Hazel if she wasn't at the Militia's base? All these things concerned Logan most of all the possibility of Maren being a mole once again.
"Oh you're kidding," Logan groaned quietly as he saw Maren come out from the dorms.
Logan was still pissed that everyone forgave her, the one person who showed the least bit of hesitation and skepticism was Clementine everyone else assumed since Nico and the others liked her she was fine. He was going to keep an eye on her. He wasn't going to fall for it again.
Maren didn't see him or at least didn't greet him. She walked out the gate.
"Wait what the hell," Logan coughed realizing what was going on.
He quickly sprang up and ran over.
"This is the shadiest shit I've ever seen!" Logan mumbled peering out the gate.
Logan quietly and quickly opened and closed the gate. Maren was walking through the woods occasionally killing a walker every now and then while Logan stalked silently from a distance.
"Should've known the bitch would rat us out," Logan growled, "I just expected it to be after she tried to build fake trust."
After a while Logan realized where Maren was going. They arrived at the fishing shed soon after where Maren went inside.
"Makes sense Gregory couldn't have possibly been working alone. He knew about this place he probably sent someone for her to report to," Logan scowled.
Logan walked into the shed and confronted her.
"What in fucks sake do you think you're doing!" Logan asked.
"Wait, I can explain," Maren replied.
"Oh I'm sure you can," Logan shouted, pulling out his knife, "You may have fooled everyone else, but not me!"
Logan lunged at her with the knife. She dodged it and sweeped his legs making him fall over. He then picked up a spear and jabbed her in the foot. She groaned in agony and stumbled back giving Logan enough time to ram her into the wall. The wall wasn't as sturdy as he thought and broke when they made contact. They tumbled outside and ran into a few walkers. The walkers targeted Logan and grabbed his foot which made him focus on saving himself. Maren began limping back to the school leaving Logan to fend for himself.
"You asshole I'll find you!" Logan shouted.
"I doubt that," Maren chuckled.
Logan kicked the walker from his foot into the stream which knocked the one next to it down as well. The final walker was relatively fresh.
"Woah woah hold on," it said.
"What the fuck?" Logan gasped.
"I'm not a walker," it replied, "My name is Bob sorry if I gave you a fright."
"No it's fine. Well slightly why didn't you help when I was about to die?" Logan asked.
"I literally just showed up and you attacking a girl wasn't really a good sign," Bob replied.
"She was a bitch and was going to rat me and my friends out," Logan argued.
"There's three sides to every story," Bob told him.
"I think you mean two sides," Logan replied.
"Nope there's your side, her side, and the truth," Bob said.
"Where are you from anyway?" Logan asked. "Your clothes are awfully new."
"Yeah I got them from the Walmart a few miles away," Bob answered.
"My friends looted that Walmart a few weeks ago," Logan told him, "It was flooded and someone else who was in there got bit or something pretty sure his name was Jeff."
"Oh yeah well that's my group," Bob replied, "Jeff actually made it. He lost a lot of blood, but he's hanging in there."
"Well that's good," Logan said.
"Yeah he's a trooper," Bob chuckled.
"Well I guess we'll pay you a visit someday," Logan said.
"Looking forward to it," Bob chuckled, "Well I oughta get back don't want to worry anyone. Good luck with trying to expose that girl."
They went their separate ways. Logan walked through the woods and ran into a pack of walkers.
"Shit the knife," Logan gasped remembering it was still in the shed.
There were walkers all around and no way he could get out. His eye darted to the tree next to him. He quickly took off his belt and used it to help him climb up it. Once he got high enough he sat on a branch.
"Damn it," Logan muttered.
The walkers were swarming the base of the tree.
"Can they take down a tree?" Logan asked himself.
The sound of the trunk starting to snap jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Well shit," Logan muttered.