HELLO! Thank you for the reviews, they are always appreciated! sorry i didnt update the other day! I was in pain! Thank you for all the kind reveiws! they make me all giddy and i smile like an idiot when i read them! It's like when a kid goes to see Santa!

Riley: Thank you! I'm trying to scurry everything they said happened in the camp fit into the timeline, and I have also tried to take consideration of what would have happened to Christa and Omid since Clem wasn't with them and how that would have affected their lives. SO I'm trying to put a shitload if things all at once XD.

ONTO THE STORY

"CLEMENTINE!" I heard Troy's raspy voice call for me. I made a cringing expression before I turned to face the man.

"What?" I asked as I folded my arms.

"Bill wants to talk to you!" I looked at him weird. A week had passed and Carver still made very little appearances here and there. But he still was technically the boss. I haven't done anything bad. Why does he want to see me? Awhile ago, I've learned that you shouldn't question the big bad though, so I just obeyed and went up to Carver's, or "Bill's" As he would prefer, office. I entered and saw the man. Hearing the door open made him look at me. He gestured for me to sit down.

"You asked for me?" I said as I pulled the chair closer to me.

"Clem," He stared me right in the eyes, "I'm going to be blunt with you."

"Okay," I nodded. "What is it?"

"I think you have real potential," He smiled, "I wont lie, when I first met you, I thought you were going to be a liability. Like Sarah."

"Sarah's not a liability," I interrupted him, "She may not be useful with a gun or on watch, but she keeps everyone's hopes up."

"Their 'hopes' isn't going to be what keeps them alive."

"Their hopes is what will give them a reason to live," Surprised by my own response, I looked away.

"Clem, I have a question for you," He caught my glimpse again, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

The question made me freeze, but the answer made my blood run cold. I don't want to tell this man, of all men, anything about my past. I tensed slightly as I swallowed the lump out of my throat, "I don't see why that matters."

"Clementine, when I ask you something, you give me an answer," He leaned forward, "Have. You. Ever. Killed. Anyone?"

"Why do you even want to know?!" I was starting to get angry. And he knew it!

"I was talking to Rebecca the other day," He started, "And you happened to come up in conversation. She told me a little bit about you. A few things about your past that makes me question a couple of things."

"What did she tell you?" The short list of things she could have said ran through my head.

"She told me a little bit about," His eyes pointed upward, indicating that he was thinking about it, "She said that all she knew about your past was that you had a small group, you were once imprisoned by cannibals, and you were close to a man named Lee."

I tried to stay strong, but I know I must have shown a little weakness because Carver smiled, "What's your point?"

"My point is, something happened to you, something that changed you. Something that makes you one of the bravest little girls I've ever seen," He popped his neck, "And I think that if you cooperate and allow me to shape you into a leader, than you will be a valuable ally to our cause."

"I've heard enough," I stood up, "I don't want to have anything to do with this."

"Clementine," He said my full name, "I ask that you reconsider." He said as he pulled my beg out from under his desk. Carver found my personal belongings awhile ago, but he hasn't done anything with it yet. When I asked him why he simply shrugged me off and ignored me. I felt my heart skip slightly when setting eyes on the bag. Carver has used it to bribe me before.

Trying to keep a 'tough girl' image, I folded my arms, "What do you want?

"I just want you to listen to me," He said, "I don't think you appreciate the hard work a put into this place and keeping you people safe. If you're going to stay here than I suggest you learn to respect me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Good," He cracked his knuckles, "You're excused, Clementine."

"Hey Bonnie," I greeted.

"Hi city mouse," She smiled at me, "What do you need?"

"I wanted to see if you needed any help."

"She looked around, "No, I think I'm all set up," She paused, "But, I was wondering something and I think you may know the answer," She kneeled in front of me as if this was a secret.

"Yeah?" I urged her to continue.

"Is Luke alright?" Concern laced through her voice. Luke and Carver have been fighting non stop about how things should be running around here. Carver has said that there has to be one person, making all the hard choices, and that person was him. Luke insisted that we should all start putting our decisions to vote, that we should become a democracy. Luke has also suggested moving locations. Carver says that here is the safest place. They wont stop arguing about the stupidest of things.

"Luke's just stressed out," I rubbed my eyes.

"You know," She started, "Don't tell anyone, but I think I would prefer Luke in charge."

"Me too," I agreed. I threw her a teasing smirk, "But it's obvious why you would."

"Shut up," She grinned and playfully punched my arm. I sometimes tease her by insisting that she has a crush on Luke. She thinks I'm just joking, but I know she does. The stupid way she smiles at him when he compliments her and she finds stupid excuses to touch him, make's it obvious. Sarah and I got caught talking about it one time. Bonnies face went about as red as her hair. I rolled my eyes. I don't know if Luke likes Bonnie or not. The smiles he aims at her and the way his puppy eyes shyly look away encourage the possibility that he does, but I'm just not sure.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" I asked to be sure.

"Not right now. I'll let you know if I do."

"Thanks. Bye Bonnie,"

"See you later city mouse!"

A couple hours later, I decided to head up to Nicks, 'Room' so to speak. Carver said that Nick needed time to grieve so he gave him some kind of room so that he could be alone. Pete was given one too, although he didn't use it. I was about to turn the knob, but then I heard voices. I pressed my ear against the door. I heard two voices. Both male. Aggressive. Luke and Nick?

"God dammit Nick!" I heard Luke, "I was close to her too, but you cant just hole yourself in here!"

"The hell I can't!"

Some other things where said that I couldn't hear. After a moment, their voices raised up again and I could make out the words that they were saying.

"Fuck you Luke! You have no idea what it was like! What that son of a bitch did to both me and her!"

"Yeah, I will agree with you on that! But the way you're acting is unhealthy! Do you plan to go the rest of your life without saying another positive thing in your life!"

"She was my fucking mom!"

I backed away from the door and decided to give them their privacy. It was about five minutes later before Luke stormed out of the room with a pissed look on his face. I was going to stop him, to ask him if he was alright. But he looked kinda scary when he was mad. I breathed in deep, reconsidering my choice to go in there. I took a shaky step to the door. Hesitantly, I turned the door knob, knowing whatever I was going to find inside wasn't going to be pretty.