"Clem," Alvin walked up to me, "About yesterday..."

I held my hand up and gave him a glare, "Save it," I snapped, "I don't want sympathy from murderers."

Alvin sighed, "Clem, I didn't want to kill George,"

"That cannot be the one thing you miss out of everything you could miss," I shook my head and laughed at Alvins answer.

He smiled, "It's true. Potato chips were my favorite!"

Rolling my eyes, I responded, "Even in the snack department! Tortilla chips were so much better than potato chips!"

Alvin faked a shocked look, "How dare you?! Potato chips were the best!" It's time like this when I really believe that Rebecca's baby will really be okay.

I shook my head in an attempt to get the thoughts out of there. I folded my arms and look at the man that had killed George. I bit my bottom lip and said, "You didn't have to. When Bill find out you're going to be in big trouble," I felt childish for saying it, but it's true. Bill had already begun to ask questions about Georges whereabouts. Alvin nodded his head, indicating that he already knew what I was thinking.

"You heard what George said to me!" Alvin defended.

"Alvin!" Georges voice boomed loudly as he approached the two of us. George seemed to ignore me as he talked to the older man, "What are you doing?"

"Fixing a wall," Alvin joked and looked back at our work.

George was unamused, "You know damn well what I mean! What's this I heard Luke and Carlos talk about? About leaving?"

I face palmed myself. Carlos really needs to learn when the right time to talk about something is. Alvin just shrugged and played like he was dumb, "Not a clue."

"Not a clue my ass!" George caught onto Alvins lie and frowned, "Are you guys crazy?! You're putting Rebecca in danger!"

This seemed to get on Alvins nerves, "I think I know what is best for my wife!"

"You obviously don't! DO you know what Bill will do when he finds out?!"

"Good thing he's not going to find out then." Alvin responded in a somewhat intimidating tone. I was about to cut into their argument when George spoke again.

"Dude," He said as he turned to walk away, "You'll thank me later."

Alvin's facial expression changed. I didn't know the name of the emotion that showed on his darker face, but it was creepy. Alvin picked up the baseball bat we had lying around in case walkers showed up. I felt a shiver go down my spine. Alvin lifted the bat up and a realized what he was doing. My eyes widened, "GEORGE, LOOK OUT!"

Returning to the present, I continued the conversation, "Alvin, face the truth. You murdered George!"

Alvin shook his head, "George would have done the same thing. Don't you want to get out of here? I probably save one of our lives!"

"Are you saying it's okay?" I asked in a mocking tone, "That it was justified?"

"In this type of situation, yes."

It was my turn to shake my head, "Killing is bad, no matter what."

My warning had come to late. Alvin sent the first blow to Georges head. I'm surprised that didn't kill him. George dropped his gun when the blow came. He made a pained sound as he gripped the back of his cranium. Going into attack mode, George swung his fist and it found it's way to Alvin's face. Alvin hadn't expected it and out of reflex her backed up.

"Stop!" I yelled. Violence wont help. They ignored my pleas. I tried to get in-between them. I guess that I got to close because I felt a stinging feeling on my cheek. I let out a yelp and fell to the ground. I was hoping that getting hit would clam them down, but it didn't. I rubbed my sore cheek. I looked up to see the scene play out in front of me.

George swung at Alvin again. Alvin dodged this time and tackled George to the ground. When Alvin lifted the bat up one more time, George took his knife out of it's holster and made a slice at Alvin's arm. Blood began to trail all over the older mans skin, but he ignored the pain searing through his arm and swung the bat anyway. With another hit I heard a , 'SNAP' I'm sure that George was now dead, but Alvin kept beating the body senseless.

"ALVIN STOP!" I shouted another beg. Alvin still ignored me and kept hitting the corpses face. How is nobody hearing this?! Eventually, after many hits, Alvin dropped the now bloody bat. I looked at him fearfully. He was now covered in the red liquid. His chest was heaving up and down as his lungs tried to grasp air. He turned to me. He gave me this look. That look sent a chill down my spine. It was as if he were judging me, whether or not I would be a problem now that I had witnessed what he did.

"Clementine," He said in a voice of warning. He walked up to me and kneeled to my height. Blood leaked down his cheeks and I'm pretty sure some went down mine too. he pointed his finger at me, as if he were trying to make a point, "You don't utter a word, about what just happened."

"Just," Alvin started, "Just try to forget about it!"

I folded my arms, "Hard thing to forget." Alvin sighed before leaving. I don't think I like him much anymore.

"Here," Nick sat down by me and handed me a can of beans, "You look hungry."

"When was the last time you've eaten? I asked, changing the subject.

Nick saw what I was trying to do. He shook his head, "Clem, you have to eat." I looked at the can. Eating feels like forcing food into my throat.

"Oh," I said, "I'm not very hungry..."

"I know that's not true," Nick poked my stomach. Before I could protest anymore, I saw Shel coming up to us.

"Clementine," She put a hand on my shoulder, "Are you alright?" No doubt she was talking about the events of yesterday. I stole a glace at Nick, who looked confused. He doesn't know about this.

"Yes!" I said a bit too quickly, "I am fine."

Shell looked at me weird, "I cant imagine what that was like. If Bill did that to me," She gave a slight pause, "I don't know what I would've done."

"What did Bill do?" Nick asked and anger was visible in his voice. God dammit Shel.

The older girls eyes widened slightly. Realizing that she just spilled out a big secret. She looked at me as if asking for permission to tell him. Nick also directed his gaze at me. His face demanded to know what happened. I gulped and debated whether or not to tell the truth. Everyone had been talking about it. Those who didn't know me referred to me as, "The young girl," Or, "Bill's midget.". It's likely that Nick will find out anyway. I took a deep breath in and out.

"Well." I started awkwardly, "Yesterday everybody rioted."

"I know that," Nick said, anger and concern laced in his voice, "What did Bill do to you?"

"Well to be blunt," I talked faster then usual, " A girl said something Bill didn't like. Bill made me kill her," My voice cracked slightly.

Shel just stood there, probably feeling like an idiot, "I'll," She started to back away, "I'll just be going... then... Bye Clem. Sorry"

"Bye Shel," I said, still looking at Nick, who hadn't said anything. I though he would be killing every person in the building by now. But, to my surprise, He lifted my up and sat me in his lap, like how he does most the time. He stroked my hair and held me close.

"You okay, baby girl?" He asked and looked down at me. I Just gave him a nod. I'm glad he isn't yelling.

"I'm fine," I promised, "I've done it before." I noticed he held me tighter and in a protective manner.

"You shouldn't have to," He whispered. I allowed him to hold me and I snuggled a little closer. It's hard to think that twelve months ago this guy was trying to get away from me., "You know," Nick started, "after I'm done here, I'm going to kill Bill" (hehe Kill Bill... like the movie... No? I tried)

All I heard in that entire sentence was, 'After I'm done here' translated into, 'I'm leaving," I wrapped my smaller arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, "Don't leave me!" I suddenly felt tears well up into my eyes. Lee, Kenny. Duck. I just cant lose anymore people. Losing Nick would be like losing Lee. I couldn't help the tears that started to pour out of my eyes. And I began to shake slightly.

"Go ahead," Nick said, "It's okay to cry."

I lost it. I started I sob, to feel a little sorry for myself. I looked up at nick once more with blood shot eyes, "Nick," I tried to speak, "Promise me something?"

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Promise me you wont die. That you'll stay here with me?!" I sobbed.

"You have to promise me you wont die first," he cupped my cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. I quickly nodded.

"I promise!" I held my pinkie finger out, copying Sarah once more. Nick rolled his eyes, but interlocked our pinkies. I smiled, "A pinkie swear is forever."