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I knocked again and the door flung open on the outside was Nick. He rubbed his eyes and his hat wasn't on, "What do you want kid?" He asked. He sounded slightly annoyed. I shyly looked away.

"I cant sleep," I complained

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Can I..." I hesitated. He must have understood because he let out a sigh.

"You don't want to get attached to me, kid," He stated. I don't know if Nick didn't like kids or if kids didn't like Nick, but either way he seems to push me away a little. Maybe he just doesn't trust new people.

"Please?" I pulled of the big eyes I would whenever I wanted something from Lee. Once again he sighed but I saw a smile creep onto his face.

"Come on then," He opened the door wider and I walked in. He had a big bed. I crawled in and snuggled in the blankets, "Move over," He commanded. I obeyed and let him move to his spot. After a few moments I decided that I wanted to sleep in the same position I did when I was in on the way here. I scooted closer to him. He used his hand and pushed me back away. I pouted. I really just want to be comforted right now. I tried again, "You're not going to give up unless I let you are you?" He asked I shook my head, "Come here." I scooted closer and with permission I bawled my hands into shirt and rubbed my face into his chest.

"Thank you," I said. I inhaled and remembered Lee. I wonder what would have happened if I didn't run off. We would probably be on a boat right now. Lee. I miss Lee. Why did I run off? Lee could still be alive right now. But he's not, and it's my fault. People I love die. Mom, dad, Lee, Carly, Duck, Katjaa. Everyone is dead. I felt tears come onto my eyes. I sniffed. I got people killed. Would I get these people killed too? I sniffed again.

"Clem," Nick looked down at me, "Are you crying?"

"No," I lied, but my voice cracked giving it away. I don't know if it's because he felt bad for me or if he just wanted me to stop. whatever the reason Nick wrapped and arm around me and squeezed me into a hug. That was all it took for me to burst into tears. I felt his shirt soak and I gripped him tighter.

"It's okay kid," He was obviously uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I need a hug and he was willing, "It'll be okay." I feel sad. I want to open up to someone and have a person to count on like I could count on Lee, so why not Nick?

"It wont be ok," When we were at the St. Johns dairy I told Lee that everything would be like how it was before again. I thought that one day we would all just start living normally again. Latley that feeling known as hope has began to wear off. Everything just feels wrong. My friends and parents are dead. I wanted to pretend that things were okay, that maybe, this was all just a big misunderstanding. I was wrong. I wanted to be with my parents so I ran off. I ran off so Lee got bit. Lee got bit so I had to shoot him. and now he's just dead.

"It's alright," he was still tense. He clearly didn't like what I was doing, "Everything's fine."

"Lee..." I muttered and sobbed. If I could I would have clenched onto him harder. When I said his name Nick seemed to become a little less put off. He must have known that I have recently lost him. He awkwardly started to rub my back with his hand and I felt the other stroking my hair. I don't know why he's putting up with me being here when he clearly doesn't want me to be, but I can deal with that later.

"Do," He thought of a way to cheer me up, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," I wanted to talk, but I couldn't. Maybe I will be able to someday.

"I've lost people too," I heard him whisper. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to hear it or not. HE was willing to try and comfort me, maybe I can do the same for him?

"Do YOU want to talk about it?" I asked.

"I'm okay kid,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay."

"Well," I stopped crying, "If you ever want to, you can talk to me," I offered.

""Thanks, kid."

I woke up that mourning and the light burned my eyes. They were probably sensitive from crying last night and I hadn't opened them in awhile. I turned ad Nick was all the way over to the other side of the bed. Once I was asleep he shifted away as far as possible. I sighed. I was still new and I figured that no one would really want to talk to me. You cant really trust new people, can you? I quietly set my feet on the floor. I tip toed downstairs and the only other person down there was Luke.

"You had me worried, Clem," He smiled at me, "I didn't know where you could have been other than the couch."

"Sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay," He handed me a energy bar "We left your things on the table."

"Thank you," I walked to the table that wasn't far. I had a small pile of things. I looked at the first item, the picture I drew of Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck. I sighed. The only person in that drawing the could be alive is Kenny. Did he come with Lee to look for me? I moved on. I looked at a photo of Lee next. Once again guilt struck me. I remember when I grabbed it while going back for the can at the drugstore. The last thing on the table was my walkie talkie.

"That should be useful, right?" Luke noticed that I was looking at it. I noticed that stickers that I put on them and that side button I would push every time I spoke to the stranger. I don't know what came over me, but I reached for the hammer that was not far and I started to smash it repeatedly. I felt all of my anger show up to the surface of my emotions and I used all my strength to force the weapon on the evil device. I was on the third pound when Luke put a stop to it, "Hey!" He exclaimed, "What are you doing?!"

I didn't fight back of the hammer that was being held to stop me from making contact between it's metal and the talkie's base. I did glare at him though. I knew that he was being more sensible than me, but right at this moment I can't find it in me to care. I want that thing gone. I want it out of my life and I want it to go the worst way it can. It was once the thing I used to talk to my parents with while I was in my tree house. Now it's the thing that lead to all the stupid things I did that made Lee die. It's the instrument that played the biggest part in my guilt.

"What are you doing?" He asked again.

"Nothing," I let go of the hammer so that now only Luke was holding it.

"That sure didn't look like nothing!" I stayed silent. He seemed confused, "Why did you do that?"

"Because it made me mad," I folded my arms.

"How the hell-"

"Swear,"

"Did it make you mad?" He finished his sentence.

I looked at the walkie talkie and realized how much damage I did to it. My eyes widened. The whole thing was smashed, broken into little pieces other than the wires. It was beyond repair. I don't think even Doug could have fixed it, "Sorry," I apologized.

Something in Lukes eyes softened, "It's... It's fine Clem," After the words escaped his mouth there was a knock at the door. Luke's eyebrows knitted as he slowly walked to the door and hesitantly opened it. I looked and saw a man. He was older.

"Who are you?" I asked as I came forward from behind Luke.

He looked down and smiled at me, "I'm Carver honey. William Carver."