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PeanutFanGirl: 1. Yes very much like that! Well, different in areas BUT AWSOME! 2. No, I just always pictured Nicks mom being named Helena... I don't know why... I just do...

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"Home sweet home!" Carver pointed at the place as we approached it. I widened my eyes. The place was huge! Quite a fence! It looks more secure that the motor inn! We entered and saw two people. They didn't look too intimidating. They held their hands up in surrender as Troy pointed his gun at the pair.

"Whoa!" One of them had a worried look on his face, "Carful there! Carver smiled at the strangers and motioned for Troy to put his gun away. Troy obeyed and Carver looked back at the two men.

"Hello," He greeted, "My name is Bill."

Slowly taking his hands away from the air the worried one responded, "thank god! Hello, I'm Reggie!" I snickered slightly at the name.

"Hank," The other said, "This place yours?"

"We were planning on it," Carver said.

"Are all these people yours?" Reggie asked now looking at the rest of the group.

"Yes," Carver smiled proudly.

"Can we join?!" Reggie asked with a lot of enthusiasm, "I promise we'll work and make ourselves useful! We'-"

"You're welcome to tag along if you like!" Carver interrupted. Hank shrugged.

"Well," Carver said while looking around the room, "This place will need some work."

Five months later.

I wiped my forehead. I made a sound when I saw how much I was sweating. Carver recently decided that kids should start doing harder work. There weren't many, Russlw was just barley staring to get into his twenty's. Becca was about fifteen. I'm still nine but soon Sarah will be fourteen. I don't know why he had the sudden change of heart about our working arrangements. He said that we need to start, "learning," whatever that meant.

I'm currently working in the greenhouse. They wanted to start planting some new things, other than spices. Reggie recently went on a run, he got some seeds. I read the packages. from the looks of it he got tomato's, strawberry's, and blueberries. Carver was making his way to the greenhouse to show me how to plant and grow this stuff. I felt yet another shiver go down my spine. It's been five months, almost half a year, and I still cant trust this guy. I know I should. He has provided for me and has saved my life, but something about him just rubs me the wrong way.

I like his girlfriend. The name of the woman who I saw him with the day we joined the group was named Carry. She was sweet. Sometimes she would bring me back lollipops from her runs and she would make sure that I got light work. She looked a bit like Rebecca. The skin tone was the same, but Carry's hair was darker and straight. Carry was also a bit chubbier than Rebecca. Carry also helped around Carver. She made him calm and she did everything in her power to make sure he wasn't under to much stress. Everyone just loves her!

"Hey Clem," Carver walked in.

"That's Clementine to you!" I said it as if I was joking but I meant it.

Carver chuckled. He took a spot next to me and he helped me with the tomato's first. Everything he said came out as a blob, but I got the basic idea. My body language was listening to him as I did what he told me. My mind was watching every movement Carver made. I half expected him to pull a gun out and shoot me. I don't understand why I feel this way towards him. He's never threatened me. He's never even yelled at me. We planted many more seeds in different pots before his radio went of.

"Hey Carver, can you send Clem down here to help me?" Tavia asked through the device. Of course Tavia had a walkie talkie.

Carver organized a group. His most trusted allies were put in. As far as I know, the group consist of Reggie, Bonnie, Troy, Carry, Hank, Luke, and now Tavia. The members of this group is supposedly making future plans and keeping supplies in check. They were the main people who decided what the rest of us do. They put work schedules together, and makes sure we have enough food for months. That type of thing. Tavia has been kissing Carvers feet since this stupid thing had been have it that Helena has actually been made an offer to join in, but I haven't had time to ask her yet.

"Yeah," Carver replied and looked at me, "Go on, scoot."

I gave a nod an made my way down stairs. Tavia had construction work going on. I patted her on the side when was by her. She turned her head and looked at me. Without saying a word she handed me a small bucket of nails along with a couple of hammers, "Take those down to Nick and Alvin," She said as she directed her gaze toward her clipboard with next weeks assignments on it. I did as she said and went to the area where we decided to reinforce the fence. A walker made it's way through it and nearly killed this man named Vince. Carver got pretty upset about it. I opened the door and saw the two of them. Alvin turned around and smiled at me.

"Hey Clem," He patted Nick so that he looked at me.

"Hey," I responded. I didn't sped to much time with Alvin. Sometimes he would check up on me and ask if I needed anything. Alvin mostly kept to himself, he was silent unless it came to Rebecca. Alvin loves her so much. Everyday he wakes her up with a kiss to the nose and every night he makes sure she is well fed and not overworked. Rebecca loves Alvin with an equal amount. They've lately been trying to have a kid, but with no such progress. I over heard Carlos and Rebecca talk about whether it was safe or not.

"Hey Clemmy," Nick smiled bigger than Alvin. I've stuck to Nick like glue! Like Lee, Nick grew use to my presence. We had grown closer in our time spent together. Sometimes while it's late and I have a nightmare, I still wake him up and crawl into the bed with him. He's grown use to me doing that, but always by mourning he's shifted away from me. he's told me that it's a bad idea to grow close to him, and he tells me, practically begs me to stay away. I will not budge however. I feel safe around Nick. He can be scary when he yells though!

I once made him angry and he lost his temper. I asked him where his dad was. When he said he didn't want to talk about it I still kept bothering him about it. I underestimated the sensitivity of the topic and he went out in a full rage. After he finished with his yelling I had small unshed tears. I was use to worse happening, if it was Carlos who did that to me I wouldn't have been as mad. What made me want to cry was the fact that it was Nick.

I made Nick that angry. I wouldn't leave him alone when he didn't want to talk about something. Whenever He brought up a question about Lee, and I didn't want to say anything, he dropped it and would pat me on the head. After Nick was done yelling about it and saw the wetness in my eyes his face immediately softened. He quickly dropped to a kneel and he put me into a tight hug. He rested his chin on my shoulder and rubbed my back with his hand while apologizing repeatedly. That was about a month and a half ago.

"Hey Nick," I said. I dropped The bucket in front of the two, "Tavia told me to send this down."

"More nails?!" Alvin complained, "I'm not tired!"

"Shut up and do your work" Nick laughed at the man. After Nick said that Tavia came in.

"Clem!" She called out to me, "I Luke radioed me, He wants to see you!" I let out a sigh. These people really like to run me from place to place! I left and went in search for Luke.