ALRIGHT! I read through this (Which I should have done before) and realized that I REALLY messed this chapter up! SO I redid a majority of it! PLEASE enjoy. Those who pointed out the flaws and gabs I had accidently skipped!

The halls were crowded. People who were yelling at nothing but the air. I pushed past people to see what was going on. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Bonnie. She looked worried. My eyes wandered around the hall. It looks like everybody from the community is here! Marching towards Carvers office.

"Clem," Bonnie shouted so that I could hear her, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" I shouted back. I looked around, "What's going on?!"

"People have started to riot!" Bonnie rubbed her temple, "They're threating Carver, saying that they'll get rid of him if he doesn't start treating people better!"

I widened my eyes. Are these people stupid or suicidal?! I sighed, "This wont end good!"

"I know!" Bonnie agreed, "Look, I'm going to go find Luke! Just, stay out of trouble!"

I nodded, "I will!"

"Good girl," And with that Bonnie sped off to find the man she cared for. I started to move with the line. I have to figure out what's going on. I tried to stand on my toes, but it didn't help. I pushed past more people. Just when I thought that it would never end, I found myself in the front of the crowd. Carver practically stormed out of his office. Anger heard in his footsteps and seen in his eyes. Everyone screamed louder.

"EVERBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Carver yelled. Nobody stopped. One person stepped forward. It was a woman, one I've never met. She had feature's similar to Luke's, Light brown hair and pale skin, but her eyes were a bright, shining blue. She looked to be in her late teens- early twenties.

"CARVER!" She yelled to draw the older mans attention to her, "SHIT IS CRAZY RIGHT NOW!" She was furious and wouldn't stop yelling, "THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING, EVERYONE IS SCARED OUT OF THEIR WITS, AND YOU ARE JUST SITTING AROUND, PRETENDING THAT YOUR, 'PERFECT' COMMUNITY IS IN TIP TOP SHAPE! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A LEADER ANYMORE! YOU'RE A DICTATOR!"

"Jenny," Carver pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jenny looked over at me, "And you have kids do your bidding! That little girl," She pointed at me and soon everyone elses full attention was on me. I shifted uncomfortably, "She's probably doing all your dirty work! Basically doing your job while you boss everyone else around!"

"Jenny," Carver said her name again, "That's not what this is. The next generation mu-"

"YOU"RE ONLY SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOUR WHORE IS PREGNAT!" the girl interrupted him.

Carver put his hands on his hips, "Jenny, get the fuck over here, NOW!" The woman bravely stepped forward and when she stood in front of him he punched her, causing the riot to scream, and set her to her knees, "CLEMENTINE!" He called. I pushed past just a couple more people before I stood in front of him, "You ready for what I'm about to say?" I nodded, "I want you to stand about where I am." He explained as he moved me to his position, "I want you to take your gun out," wait, "And I want you to shoot her. In the head." Shit. The crowd cheered their strong disproval.

The vengeful part of me screamed for my hands to point the gun at him and squeeze the trigger. I thought about how I felt after I had burned my things. I wanted to then, I wanted to give him three days to run, then I wanted to hunt him down. I wanted to hunt him like how a hunter hunts a bear. I wanted to sink the pointy end of a knife into his stomach or hear the satisfying BAM from a gun. But as I look at him now, I realize that I cant. Call me weak or call me merciful, but part of me knew I would regret killing him.

"You've killed so many things, it doesn't even matter anymore," I told Lee as he was cutting my hair. He just told me that he had killed someone, before all this. Lee shook his head.

"Killing is bad, no matter what."

I gulped, "Why do we have to-"

"I told you that if you accepted the gun, then you have to do what I say with it," He reminded me, "Well I just gave you an order."

I would not be responsible for another persons death, "No," I shook my head.

"Maybe you need some motivation," He said. Suddenly he looked and saw Tavia, "Tavia!" He called, "Do me a favor and get Sarah." She nodded, and it was mere moments later before I heard a yell. When Tavia came back he had Sarah. a firm grip on her hair and she was hyperventilating. I widened my eyes, "Either kill Jenny now and save Sarah from the possibility of being in danger, or refuse to kill her and I strangle your little friend here," He looked at her gasping for air, "And afterwards you kill Jenny anyway."

"Bill," My voice was desperate, "Don't do this."

"Times ticking Clementine!" Hesitantly, I lifted my gun up. I pointed it at the older girl. She didn't beg. She didn't say a word. She just started at me with her hard eyes. Something in those eyes scared me. I almost preferred begging, "Now Clementine!" My finger wavered over the trigger multiple times. This is crazy! I cant do this! I wouldn't be able to touch a gun ever again if I did! I was about to put my gun back down before Carver wrapped one of his hands around Sarahs neck. Sarah started to yell for her dad (Where ever he was) Her screams surprised me and I accidently pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed in the halls and Jenny fell limp. Smoke came from my gun as tears welled up in my eyes. Blood started to surround her corpse and a familiar feeling started to take place in my stomach. Sorrow? Betrayal? Pain? Damage? Guilt? Guilt feels about right. A single tear rolled down my left cheek but I quickly wiped it away. He crowd roared louder than it had before. Many people trying to get past the smaller group of Carvers supporters, but failing.

Carver released Sarah and took my gun form my trembling hands. He turned to the crowd, who was now silent and jaw dropped, "THIS GIRL," He said, loud enough so everyone could hear, as he pointed at me, "SHE HAS MORE BALLS THAN THE REST OF YOU COMBINED. SHE IS THE FUTURE! IF YOU ALL THINK THAT THINGS WILL BE THE WAY THEY WERE BEFORE, THEN YOU ARE ALL TERRIBLY MISTAKEN! THIS ISNT SOME GAME!" He took a breath, "NOW ALL OF YOU GET BACK TO WORK BEFORE I REGAIN MY COMMEN SENSE AND HAVE TROY SHOOT YOUR ASSESS!"

Everyone kept shouting. Carver just left and Carvers supporters started to take aim at the crowd. That got modt of them silent. Carver simply left and after several more minutes people parted form the hall. Everyone but Sarah, who was now sobbing in the corner. I just froze. Bonnie rushed up with Luke right behind her, "Oh my god!" Bonnie breathed as she cupped my cheeks with her hands, "Clementine!"

"You okay kid?" He asked. His eyes fell to the body and he gave me a sympathetic look, "I'll say no."

"Oh my poor baby," Bonnie said.

Luke ran a hand through his hair. He kneeled in front of me and gave me a hug. I wanted to hug back but I couldn't move my arms. He picked me up bridal style, "Go get Carlos and Nick," He looked at Bonnie, "Tell them what happened. Carlos is the only one who can get Sarah to calm down." Bonnie nodded and Luke took my back to the pens. He set me down on one of the wooden beds.

"I'm real sorry kid," He ran a hand through my hair and rubbed my back, "You know," He smiled, most likely in an attempt to get me to smile, "Nick is going to be pissed!" I didn't have anything to say to that. He tried again, "When I was little Nick and I use to jump roof tops," That sounds stupid, "One time I fell and broke my arm."

I'm tired," I muttered.

"Huh?" Luke asked.

"I'm tired,' I repeated a little louder this time,

"What?" Does he have a hearing problem?

I'm starting to get annoyed by all these questions, "I said that I'm tired!"

"Come again?" The look on his face... He's doing this on purpose!

"LUKE!" I playfully shoved him. He chuckled and he got a serious look on his face.

"I know I already said this," He started, "But Nick is going to be upset! More then upset, he's going to be pretty enraged."

"Don't tell him," I said, "He doesn't need to know." As Much as I hate to keep secrets, I'd rather not have Nick worry about me.

"Nick worries about you," Luke frowned at me, "We should tell him,"

I changed the subject, "Somebody needs to clean out the body. You should make sure that's taken care of."

He gave me a sad nod, 'Just, be careful,"

"Sarah?" I walked up to the older girl, "Are you okay?" I'm not sure if Sarah has been in a situation like that before. Her life was directly threatened. By a person, not just some walker crawling toward her and hoping t chomp at her flesh. Carlos was there, and he held her daughter close to him in his arms. The look he gave me was one of pure ice. Does he think I did this?

"Sarah doesn't want to talk," Carlos answered for the girl who still had light tears coming out of her eyes now and again.

I bit my bottom lip. I ignored Carlos's reply, "I'm sorry about what happened."

"Haven't you dine enough Clem?" Carlos said again. Sarah look up at him through her glasses.

"Daddy," She started, "Don't-"

Carlos glared at her, "Sarah, not now honey." He looked back at me, "Clem, just leave Sarah alone,"

I sighed and walked off. No doubt Carlos sees me as a threat more than before. If Sarah hadn't been close to me than Carver wouldn't have picked her. Maybe I am a danger to them. I'm useful. I can use a gun, my size comes in handy, I apparently argue well, but all of that aside I'm sure part of me is dragging them down. Me being around could get Luke in trouble. Or Rebecca, Bonnie, Nick. Maybe Carlos is right. Maybe I should keep my distance.