OK! first of all I had like WAYYY to much Coffee... so if this chapter is weird, Lemmie know.

Riley: This is where he begins to go crazy! Carver struck me as the type of person who was always crazy, he just needed something to happen to make his timer go off. And thank you for the suggestions! I love hearing them!

PeanutFangirl: Awwww aren't we cute!

Kristal-Dyanmite: Yes I know... I kill people... It's sad.

ONTO THE STORY!

The four of us were soon joined by Luke, Rebecca, and Reggie. We all said our quick hello's before we circled around the pale woman. Carry looked an awful lot like how Lee did. Her eye whites, were now tinted a yellow and the color of her skin is slowly draining out of her. Her breaths came out short and raspy, her strength was gone. She would die soon. Everyone took turns saying goodbye to her. Nick and Pete were sad, Reggie was just crying his eyes out, Rebecca looked at Carry in sorrow, And Helena was on the near verge of tears.

When everyone was done Helena stared around the circle, "Can we have a moment alone?" She asked. Everyone nodded. Leaving the room we all talked and gave the two their privacy.

"I cant believe this!" Reggie sobbed. I don't know much about Reggie. I know he's quite emotional and he's afraid of messing up. Luke placed a comforting hand on Reggie's shoulder.

"Everything will be fine," Luke assured, "We'll be fine."

"Just," Reggie wiped his eyes, "Carry of all people!"

"It'll be okay," I joined in with Lukes coddling.

After a few more moments, Carver walked in, most likely to visit Carry. After seeing everyone his facial expression changed. His body language become defensive, "What the fuck is going on here?" He asked and his voice sounded like it was preparing for a trial.

"We're just saying our goodbyes," Pete answered.

"Carry is going to be fine!" He pushed past us and opened the door. We all went after him as he went to take a seat next to his lover. Carver took one of her hands and glanced at Helena. She gave him a sad nod.

"Carver?" Carry weakly wheezed out.

"Yeah baby?" He leaned a little closer to her.

"I'm sorry," She coughed, "But we both know how this ends!"

"You're different," He shook his head, "You're stronger than the others."

"Carver please," She slowly turned her head, "It hurts." Carver once again shook his head and Helena looked at the older man.

"If that's what she wants than maybe we should-" Luke was trying to say, but Carver turned and looked at him.

"Luke, Shut up!" He yelled.

"Look, Carver," Luke started, "I'm sorry. I am very sorry, but this isn't your call!"

"And it's yours?"

"No, It's Carry's."

"She's delusional, she doesn't know what she wants."

"Please," I cut in, "Don't fight!" I hate fighting! why cant we all be mature and have a discussion instead of pointlessly yelling words at each other?

"Yeah," Rebecca agreed, "I think we all don't want that."

"agreed," Helena put her palms flat against Carry's bed, " I think we all have been acting like immature."

"Helena," Carver turned to her, "You're the reason this happened, dont think I wont remember that."

"I wont," She said nothing in her defense.

"Don't go around blaming her for that stuff," Nick folded his arms.

"This isn't anyone's fault!" I said.

Helena let out a sigh, "Clementine's ri-" Before she could say anything else, a reanimated Carry suddenly shot up and latched onto her. Rebecca let out a yell while Pete And Carver were frozen in place. With Helena not expecting what happened, Carry... Carry's corpse had the advantage of surprise. Carry's teeth sunk into Helenas throat and her scream sent me back to reality. Out of reflex I felt around for my gun, but Carver didn't let me have one. Luke noticing my movements took out his own gun and shot the undead woman in the head. After the shot was fired Luke's hands began to shake and he placed the gun down.

I placed my hands over my mouth as silent tears slid down my cheeks. Pete and Carver still frozen and Reggie sobbing louder than he had a moment ago, with Rebecca comforting him. Luke looked like he was about to throw up and Nick quickly dashed to his mother. Helena had a hand covering the bloody mark that was now in her neck and Nick placed a hand over it as well. You could see he was applying pressure, possibly in hope that she wouldn't lose too much blood, but that doesn't matter now, she's infected.

"Mom, mom! Mommy?" Nick said and hurt was visible in his voice. he laid her down to the ground and pushed on the wound a little harder, "Listen to me, it'll be ok!" Nick looked up and the tears in his eyes made the iris look bluer than ever. His eyes skimmed over to Carlos, "Carlos! You're a doctor come help me!" Nick pleaded.

Carlos shook his head and exited out of his trance, "Nick," He began, "You know-"

"What do we do?!" He asked and anger started to show on his face. When Carlos didn't answer He repeated his question, "WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO?!"

"Nick," Carlos said again and handed him a gun, "You know what we have to do." Nick looked like he was going to protest for a moment, but just a second later his body started to rack from choking back his sobs.

Finally being able to feel my legs again, I started to wobble over them. I kneeled beside Nick and saw that Helena was still trying to gasp for air. I saw her lips start to move, Nick saw this too so he placed his ear near her mouth. I couldn't hear whatever it is she was saying to him. After a moment Nick nodded at her words he lifted his head up and looked at the gun in his hands. Nick looked so sad I couldn't help but offer.

"I can do it," I said after I found my voice, "I've... done it before... if you can't I..."

"Clem," Rebecca said in a quiet, warning tone. Nick glanced at me and shook his head, 'no'.

He stood up and pointed the gun at his mothers head. His finger wavered over the trigger multiple times, "I love you," He said to her for the last time. Eventually he closed his eyes and looked away and pulled it. Having the same reaction Luke did he put the gun down and started to shake.

Carver excused himself to his office and the rest of us slowly went back to the yard. Nick isolated himself from the rest of the group and Pete went to bed. Luke wasn't doing so well either. He had begun to cry. Luke wanted space so that left me with Carlos, Alvin, and made it clear that I wasn't allowed to talk to Sarah about what happened. I turned to the three and asked the question that has been bothering me.

"How did Carry come back so fast?" I turned to Carlos, knowing he was the most likely to answer.

"She had more than one bite mark," He said in his accent, "It could have been that the infection spread faster, but I am unsure."

"Knowing would probably be useful," Alvin chipped in.

"Perhaps," Carlos agreed, "But can we just worry about that in the mourning? I'm sure we all need sleep."

I looked around at the three men with tears coming out of their eyes, "Some more than others."

The events of that evening kept me awake. Luke eventually was just so exhausted that he passed out. Nick was still up starting at the small fire that was burning. He hadn't said anything since Helena died. Part of me was aching to walk over to him and comfort him in anyway I could. But my common sense told me that he needed some time. Like how I needed time after Lee. I'm still not over Lee. Nick needs time, and then I can comfort him. I closed my eyes in another attempt to sleep, only to once again fail. I kept looking over at the man. I don't know if he's noticed I'm awake. I sighed and turned over so that I was looking away from him. It took a couple hours, but I finally managed to close my mind off to what happened