AND WE'RE BACK! I am sad to see Helena go!

Kristal-Dynamite- I am aware! XD My computer just seems to think that there is only one kind of mourning/morning though.

Riley: Why thank you (Bows) I thought that I could have been more effective on Nick and Pete if she died while we were at Carvers!

Peanutfangilr: I'm sorry! I didn't want to do it!

Robloxic: Am I that predictable? dang it!

onto the story!

The next morning everyone did their best to go about their business. Nick stayed in his spot, everyone just left him alone. Pete's actually working himself to the bone, doing anything he can to make himself helpful. Luke's grieving off and on. Carver wont come out of his office and he wont let anybody in. Reggie seems to be doing well. The whole place still had a gloomy feeling though. Everyone who hadn't seen it up close still don't know exactly what happened. All day I have been hearing random people whisper about rumors of what may have happened.

I'm to sad to correct them. I can except the fact that people die. I can also except that people die horribly in todays world. What took me by surprise was just how fast it happened. Five seconds was all it took to take two of my friends away from me. One of them didn't even have to die. Carry was doomed after she got bit, Helena was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She let her guard down. If I feel this bad about it I cant imagine what Nick is feeling.

Nick was very close to his mom. For whatever reason he didn't have a dad around, and she served as two parents. When I saw my mom in Savannah, it was hard to leave her like that. But if her neck was torn out right in front of me and I had to shoot her right there, while she still looked like herself, still alive gasping for air. I don't think I could take it. I don't think that Nick should have been the one to do it.

"Hey Clem," Luke tapped me.

"Yeah?" I tapped back.

"Do me a favor and go ask Bonnie how we're doing on ammo." he said as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He's a bit jumpy.

"I'm okay." He assured. When Carver refused to come out of his office it fell to Luke to take charge. It's only been a day and things are already falling apart. I understand that Carver just lost somebody, but a leader needs to be strong. A leader needs to be someone who can take time, and then move on. Luke looked stressed out. I gave him a nervous glance before I went back to the yard.

"Pete?" I looked over at the older man. I found him in the yard. He must have finished his jobs for the day, but now he's looking at the fences around the beds. He turned to look at me. The man seems very tired. I think my eyes widened a little once I saw the bags under his eyes, "Maybe you should rest," I suggested.

"Rest?" I heard anger in his voice, "Rest is what could get us killed! Look at this fence! It's completely pathetic!"

"The fences are fine," I insisted, "Please, just, go to bed."

"Clem, honey," Rebecca came up to me, "Lets leave Pete alone." I decided not to argue. I calmly went with Rebecca, "I'm worried about those men," She sighed.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Especially Nick and Carver," She said while turning her torso to look at Nick, who was still sitting in his spot.

"When will Carver come out of his office?"

"I don't know. Maybe I should check up on him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," She nodded, "Why don't you try to talk to Nick? He wont admit it, but he has a soft spot for you." I almost didn't hear that last part because I felt overjoyed to have permission to go over there. I have been dying to talk to the man! I did a short jog to his and sat next to him. He didn't respond so I took it as permission to stay. I sat down and hugged my knees close to my chest. A silence loomed over us before I decided to break the ice.

"When I was younger," I started, not really knowing where I was going with this, "I would beg my parents to take me to Savanah with them," This got me a small reaction. somewhere between a blink and a shrug, "They always told me that I had to stay home," I continued, "Either because I had school or they needed time alone, they always found an excuse to leave me behind," I folded my legs, "One time I finally convinced them. I was so excited. And when I got there we stayed at the Marsh House. I remember asking my mom to show me how to write in cursive. She did so, and then I forgot days later," I looked to the ground, "It's kinda sad. I'm starting to forget what her hand writing looked like. What she smelled like. I just, forgot. The stupid things I didn't pay attention to when I could."

"So she's dead then?' Nick quietly asked without looking at me. I realized that this could be the first thing he's ever heard about my mom. Hesitantly, I cleared my throat.

"Undead," I corrected. He blinked a couple times.

"Your dad didn't..." Still talking in a quiet voice, his sentence trailed off.

"Undead," I said again.

"How long?"

"I don't know, I wasn't with them," He looked confused, "When this all started, I was left home with a babysitter."

"How to you know they're dead then?" He asked, but for the first time he turned his gaze towards me.

"It's a long story," I said. My voice became softer. He just gave a slight nod.

"Luke always use to push me," Nick started, "I never wanted to go into business with him. He just grabbed a case of beer and said, 'Nick, we're burning daylight!' and that was that."

"You and Luke had a business?" I asked, sort of amazed that I got him to talk, even if it was a little bit.

"Yeah," Nick said. His voice had no emotion , but I let him continue, "After six months, we were flat broke. But I didn't care. We were having fun. I wish I was more like him. I wish that I could just keep moving all the time. I'm just not... built like that."

I looked to the ground and considered what he said. Luke isn't, "built like that" either. Something I've noticed about Luke is that he hides everything down. He doesn't want to hold anyone back, so he pretends he's fine. Duck was the same way whenever I asked him if he was okay. After Larry tried to throw him out of the gas station I asked him how he was feeling. He simply gave me a smile and promised that he was alright. I had one last conversation with him when he was bit, I asked if it hurt, what it felt like. He just shrugged and told me that he felt fine.

"I'm not either," I looked up at Nick. That's where Nick stopped talking. I would say something here and there, but he wouldn't respond back.

"Luke?" I poked him awake. I had another nightmare and Nick still wouldn't move out of his spot, "Luke!"

"What!" he groaned.

"I had a bad dream!"

"What do want me to do about it?"

"Well," I suddenly grew nervous, "After I wake up, Nick usually lets me sleep in a bed with him. But Nick's still in his corner so I thought that maybe..."

I heard a small chuckle before Luke scooted to make room for me, "Just for tonight."

"Thank you!" I smiled at him. He let me use his arm to rest my head against and, like Nick, he rested his other arm around me. The only difference was that Luke placed a kiss on my head. It took me by surprise, but I just shrugged it off.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked, sleepily. I shook my head. I'm not comfortable talking with anyone but Rebecca and Nick when it comes to the past.