hey guys. NEW CHAPTER! Updates may be a little bit longer sice im now forced to do this on my xbox... so... yeah. Keep reveiwing

Rebloxic- He was always getting embaressed anyway XD

Riley- You are just so awsome... thougt I would point it out.

trufully-illogical- Really? who said it?

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The next day, it was about noon when Luke and Bonnie dashed to the yard. Bonnie looked at white as a ghost while Luke looked angry, "Guys," Luke yelled at all of us, silently and looking around in case Carver was in earshot, "We have to get the fuck out of here!"

"What happened?" I questioned and reached out to touch the new bruise on Luke's forehead.

He gently brushed my hand away before responding, "Carver is fucking insane!" He spat angrily.

"Luke, Please," Bonnie started, her southern voice laced with concern.

Carlos looked over at the pair, bewildered, "What's going on?"

Luke took a breath in and out. He explained that he had an argument with Carver. Fighting about whether to move on or not. Carver got so mad that he almost shot Luke right there. Bonnie begged, with tears in her eyes, for Carver not to shoot when he had his gun pointed at the brunette. Carver beat him up a bit. I saw the occasional mark on him. Bruises, light blood splatters, it looked like it hurt.

"We need to get out of here," Alvin agreed.

"But," Rebecca protested, "It's safe here. It's a good place to hide and," I saw her worry .a Is she struggled to come up with another reason. I'm sure she's concerned for her unborn child.

"None of us are safe with Bill around," Carlos stated while running a hand through Sarah's hair to calm her down from the sudden change of events, "I agree, we need to leave."

"But how?" Reggie asked.

Luke looked like he was considering it, "Rebecca," He turned to the woman, "You, Bonnie, and Reggie are in the group. I know how that system works. When Reggie's in charge of the front you should be on patrol out back, right?" Rebecca nodded Luke then turned to me, "Clem, that's when you come in,"

"Whoa," Both Nick and Carlos both interrupted him. Nick was silent so Carlos could say, "Are you crazy? She's just a little girl!"

I turned to Luke, "What do I have to do?" I asked, full confidence in my voice.

Luke smiled down at me, "Good girl," He praised before continuing, "I need you to get on Bills good side! You said he wanted to..." He searched for the right word, "Mentor, you, or whatever. Right?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Let him!" He kneeled down to my height, "Make him trust you."

"I don't see how that's necessary," Nick added.

"I don't either," Alvin agreed.

Luke rolled his eyes before explaining, "If Carver makes Clem his right hand man, then she will get the same spot as Troy. She can check schedules, get supplies, watch out for prying eyes, and she wont be suspected! Carver underestimates her and everyone else wont question Carver of her activity, because they're afraid of him! She's our ticket in!"

"Why can't Rebecca do that?" Bonnie asked, "I don't know how smart it is to get Clementine too involved."

"He's right," I interrupted before anyone could say anything else, "I can do it!"

"I have full confidence in Clem," Luke stated, which I smiled at, "She's done harder from the bit's and pieces that I've heard. She can do it."

I nodded as everyone looked at me. "I can do it," I repeated.

I was thinking about that conversation we all had in the yard. Leaving this place? It wasn't a peach, but it was safe. Strong fences, sturdy walls, we could do a lot worse. My main concern was Rebecca. Is it safe for her to leave now? If she gave birth here, the baby would have shelter, food, all those things it wouldn't out there. The only problem is Carver. If we could just get rid of him, than we could turn this place into something great. But I also question about the area. Walker herds have a tendency to come around here every now and again.

But we've figured out how to deal with them. Nobody has been bitten since Carry had died. We were set up. Everything we needed to survive was around. Even clean water. But that stuff will run out eventually. And then what would we do? Move somewhere else? Search further out? And what would this place become after being left without a dictator. And there's another thing, how would we get rid of Carver? Kill him? Imprison him? Blindfold him and leave him out in the middle of nowhere? And what about his followers? Tory? Tavia? Vince? George? Everything seemed to complicated to stay.

Just up and leaving though? Where would we even go? We have no idea about the places around here, other than the stores we all go on runs to. But that's where Carver would suspect we would be. Maybe leaving was a good idea. But once we do find a new place, we have to consider Rebecca's pregnancy. I don't know a lot about babies, but I know that labor is painful. And most women scream, ALOT! We need to avoid drawing the attention of walkers. Everything seemed so complicated to leave.

The only other possible option was to wait for Rebecca to give birth, wait for a couple more months when they're both healthy, and then leaving. But who the hell knows what will happen until then? Carver almost killed Luke today. What if that was Nick? Or Sarah? Anybody really. I cant lose more people and I defiantly wont lose more people because of that sick asshole! I shook my head. Staying isn't an option at all.

Leaving is the best thing to do. I hadn't been able to think about it, but this place is long over due. And as far as Carver is, I had kept it to myself but now that I had time to think, really think about it without spitting hateful words out of my mind, I must admit: It's about fucking time!

As expected, Carver called me up to his office. All these daily check-ups are starting to get annoying. Its starting to feel like I see him for half of my day. I opened the door to his office. I peeked inside and saw Rebecca in there. He had his hand on her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. I squinted. He better not be doing what I think hes doing.

"Something you want?" I asked as I bardged in. Carver and Rebeccas heads snapped in my direction. Carver had his normal, smug look on his face. Rebecca acually looked thankful. Rebecca was excused and I took the chair. Carver seems to like it when I, or anyone, sits while he stand and looks down at us.

"Hey Clem," he spoke to me as if I were his best friend, "How you doing?"

'Play nice,' I reminded myself, "Im doing well," I smiled.

"Thats good," he looked at me oddly. I must be a bit too cheerful, "Feeling better?"

The tone of his voice made me mad. It sounded like he was mocking me. I kept the small smile on my face, "Dont worry about it" I brushed it off as if it were nothin, "You were right."

He raised an eyebrow, "About what?" He knew what I meant but he needed to hear it. I mentally sighed.

"I have to toughen up," My voice was flat, "Some people need to make a drastic sacrafice in order to keep things in line. And the sooner we learn the better." He still seemed unconvinced, but he didnt say anything. We spoke for awhile longer before I was excused.