HELLO I offer a longer chapter by 850 words to apologize for the last chapter! I hope you like this one! I feel like it's missing something... I'm just not sure what... HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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"Clementine," I heard my name spoke in a soft whisper. I looked around to find the source of the familiar voice, "Clementine!" The whisper become a bit sharper. I turned my head and found Sarah standing by the fence and trying to get my attention. I sighed and walked over to the slightly older girl.

"Bill doesn't like it when you guys hang around the fence," I said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because he's paranoid."

"About what?"

"Everything."

"Why?"

"Please just, go to bed?" I sighed, getting slightly annoyed by her never ending train of questions.

"Why did Carver give you a gun?" She asked yet another question. I would usually be happy to answer anything she could ask, especially when it came to a weapon. But if Carver saw her out of bed, she would get punished.

Lately, Carver has been urging us to be the, "Perfect," people. He says that we need sleep to have enough energy to work on fortifying the hardware store. He's been so obsessed with keeping the place safe, he's begun to physically harm anybody who does anything to displease him. Carlos got ruffed up one time for using the vodka Carver had locked up (Due to his dislike for alcohol and dependency) , to clean a wound Tavia had earned after getting cut my the fence. Sarah was scared to death by the way her dad looked with those bruises on his face.

"He thought I was ready for one," I responded. It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the truth, "Now Sarah, Troy or George will find you awake. I don't think that would be such a good idea. Please, just go lie down." Sarah looked to the ground and gave a short nod before she slowly turned around.

"Clem," She stopped in her tracks and looked at me, "Will you promise me something?"

"What is it?" I asked, curious about what it was she wanted.

"Promise me," She started and her eyes dashed to the closest object to her left, "That I wont become one of those things?"

I felt my mouth open in shock, "What?"

"And if I do, make sure I don't stay that way?" She nervously played with her hands.

"What makes you think-"

"I don't want to be one of those things, Clementine," She looked sad, "Those things hurt people. I don't want to hurt anyone."

I felt my stomach turn and a lump form in my throat. I really didn't want to lie to Sarah, but she needs this, "I promise." She walked to me once again and lifted her pinkie up. I hesitated before I interlocked our fingers and the smallest of smiles grew on her face.

"A pinkie swear is forever!" She reminded me before she dashed to her bed. I sat there, feeling like a complete idiot for about three minutes. My head tried to imagine Sarah as a walker. If Sarah doesn't learn how to take care of herself than she's going to end up like that. Carlos couldn't just let that happen. I couldn't just let that happen. Carlos has it in his mind that he's protecting her. That this is best for her. He's just denying the truth, and it's unfair to Sarah.

I talked to Nick about it once. I asked him I he would've shown me how to shoot, if I didn't already know. He bit his bottom lip and his eyes rolled to the top of his head as if he were considering it. After I let him think about it, he just said, "I understand what Carlos is thinking. But, yes. I would have helped you with shooting." I accepted the answer, not knowing if it was completely true. But hearing it was comforting.

I rubbed my eyes. It's been about five hours. I haven't had any sleep and Carver made me do a full night shift. He or Troy should be here to relieve me soon. I popped my neck and before I knew it George came out with his own gun and gabbed me in the back to help wake me up. My eyes shifted up to his. He was very tall. He and Alvin were good friends, but it wasn't a secret that George had taken a liking to Rebecca. I don't think he like liked her, but it was clear that Alvin was a little jealous of their friendly relationship.

"Wake up kid," His deep voice sounded even deeper every time I heard it. He stuck a hand out and helped me up from my sitting position, "Bill told me to let you know he wanted a word with you."

I grumbled. He likes talking with me too much, "Why this time?"

"Most likely just to check on you."

I rolled my eyes and George messed my hair up before I was given a chance to find my way into the mans office. I let a breath out before I opened the door and saw him sitting in his chair, talking to Tavia on a walkie talkie. They were talking about supplies. Of course Carver would ask what Tavia thought. She's been kissing his shoes since the day we set up refuge. Everything she does is to impress him. The way she talks about him, you would think that he was a god. It's annoying, the way she carves his attention like a pussy cat craves to be pet.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have to go Tavia," Carver said as I entered.

"Of course!" She said, "I'll talk to you later Bill!"

"It would be my pleasure," He smiled and set the talkie down. He sat down in front of me and I folded my arms.

"Out with it," I said. I didn't want to waste a horrible amount of my time here.

"Watch that mouth of your young lady," He snapped, but his facial expression quickly turned back to his grin and soft look, "How was your first night on watch?"

"Long," I said in a monotone sort of way, "And quiet. I don't suspect that there are any walkers around. I would have heard the growling."

"How fortunate."

I raised my eyebrow, "That isn't the only thing you brought me in here to ask, is it?"

"No," He said as he placed my bag on the counter again. Damn it! This wont be good, "You said you wanted to be treated like an adult. So that's what I'm going to do. I want you to burn these things."

I tried to make sure my eyes didn't widen, "Burn them?" My voice cracked slightly.

"Everyone else had too," He reasoned, but I actually saw some sympathy in his eyes. He took his walkie back out and radioed troy, "Troy! I want Sarah, Nick, Rebecca, Luke, and Pete out in the yard."

"You got it Bill!" I heard his voice. Carver escorted me out to the yard I hugged the bag close to my chest, knowing that it could full well be the last time. It kind of killed me knowing that Carver had all the power here. I saw my five friends in the pens and Carver made a small fire in the pit. Sarah looked at the bag in my hands, to the small fire, and gave me a look of understanding. That's right! Sarah use to have a picture of her mother!

"I wanted you five to be here," Carver started and looked at my friends, "TO see a new beginning. I have asked Clementine to burn her close belongings. She doesn't need them anymore, she has us. Her generation will be strong! They will learn to make sacrifices for the greater good and will lead us to victory!" He yelled in his scratchy voice. He looked to me, expecting me to do the impossible.

I gulped as I reached into the bag and felt a plush. I eyes softened as I realized what it was. I pulled it out and looked at the stuffed bear. Duck found it at the motor inn, just after the St. Johns. He knew that I was feeling bad, so he offered it to me as a gift. The bear was obviously loved by another kid, due to the dirt stains and ripped patches in it. Whenever I could, I would sneak it into bed with me and hug it to pieces just to try and remember the conversations I had with the boy who had been a year older than me.

"Clementine," Carver warned. He was getting impatient. My face fell as I tossed the small thing into the burning flames. The fire grew bigger since it now had more fuel to spread on. I watched the yellow and red colors dance as they devoured the stuffed animal, leaving nothing but a pile of ash. When it died down ever so slightly I reached back into the bag. This time I felt paper. I pulled it out and discovered that it was the picture I drew of Kenny and his family.

Kenny was Lee's best friend. I never found out what happened to him after I ran away. Kenny has lost so much during the apocalypse. He lost Katjiaa, Duck, his whole family, the one thing he cared for and would have done anything to protect. Katjiaa was sweet to me. Always checking up on me, and making sure that duck was playing fair (Which he always did). Kenny could be scary sometimes. But I trusted him. And so did Lee. Kenny lost everything, including himself. I laid the image down on the fire and it grew massively by the new source of food.

"Bill," Rebecca patted him, "Does she really need to?"

Carver spoke softly to her, "Yes. She must grow stronger and this is the first step."

Rebecca was about to protest but stopped and returned to he place. I rubbed my nose and reached into the bag for the third time. This time I felt another piece of paper. I took it out and looked at it. It was a photo of my parents. I felt sorrow weigh itself on my shoulders. I had begun to forget how curly my moms hair was, or how dark my dads skin looked. I have been struggling to remember that small things about them. I closed my eyes and let the air fly the picture to its destination. I heard the crackling sound and Carver put a hand on my shoulder.

"Clementine," He warned again, "Look at it."

Knowing the other option was to get slapped I obeyed the order and looked at it. The edges were now curled and a hole had formed in the middle of it, ripping the section in between my mother and father. I had a sudden urge to try and grab it, but my hands wouldn't move. I felt my eyes go dry, most likely form the smoke coming from the firse. I reached in the bag for the last time and I knew what was coming. That sorrow I felt turned into guilt. I felt the already torn edge and picked up the last shard of the man I cared for so deeply.

Lee's smiling face looked at me. This was a picture taken while he was with his family. I didn't know much about them, but they sounded like nice people. I remember when I picked this picture up from the ground while retrieving the cane. We were in a drug store with the undead clawing through the windows, hoping to get a taste of our flesh, and it ran through my mind to grab his picture. The man in this picture Lived for me, he worked for me, he fought for me, and he died for me, when he didn't have to. I cant throw him away. I guess I sat there, admiring the photo for to long. Carver snatched it out of my smaller hands and smiled.

"So," He said with his sick smile on his face, "This is Lee?" I could tell it was a serious question. I caught a quick glimpse of Nick, who now tensed a little bit, before I boldly straightened my back and stood my ground. Carver kneeled to my height, "I once asked you if you had ever killed someone," I thought back to the memory, "You didn't give me an answer, but I knew you did," He held up the picture to my face as if I had forgotten it was there, "This is him, isn't it? You pointed a gun, and shot this man. Didn't you?"

I clenched my teeth. I felt small tears well up in my eyes, but I refused to let him have the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing to me. I folded my arms and kept my mouth shut. His eyebrows knitted in anger before he stood up again and his hand sent a painful smack through my face. The force knocked me down and I heard Rebecca give a small sound of surprise. I hissed at the stinging feeling on my cheek. I sat up and watched as Carver tossed the photo in the fire himself. I felt my heart clench and physically ache.

"Answer me next time I ask you a question," Carver said as he stomped off. Nick had rushed to my side and quickly embraced my smaller body in his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asked and ran a hand through my hair. Part of me wanted to hide my face in the crook of his neck and cry about what I had just lost. But that feeling was soon replaced with a burning hared. I could practically feel the hand print on my face, but I felt something else too. I felt something I haven't ever felt.

I want to kill William Carver.