Hello! Enjoy last chapter? Wow, 22 chapters and we're not even to season 2 yet! This will be long! Yeah... ANYWAY. Review time?

Kristal-Dynamite- This girl guys... SHe's amazing! You've seen Kill Bill? That movie is very violent... Isnt it great?! I wanted to say thanks for the image you made once again! It was really kind of you!

Rebloxic: There will DEFINATLY be some Nick and Kenny drama! It'll be so much fun! And funny that you mention Mathew. I am playing around with the idea for the character deaths in this. I don't know if I'm still going to kill Nick off yet or not. But Mathew? I've been playing around with the idea.

Don't know if I've mentioned this or not, but I have started a new story! ANd this time I'm not alone! Peanutfangirl and I have began to Co. write a story titled, "It all went wrong," It's on my profile so if you're interested in reading it, click on my name and find it!

ONTO THE STORY!

"I'm sorry Clem," Carver sighed as he walked towards the door, "I'll be right back, Troy was being a moron and attracted walkers by the front."

I nodded, "Take your time, I'll be right here." And with that Carver walked out of his office. I waited for a minute before jumping out of my seat and began to look through his stuff. I bit my bottom lip as I opened the cabinet. That is a lot of paper. Most of it is blank, probably so that he can sort out schedules. I was about to give up when I saw a different paper on the floor. It was colored slightly. I picked it up and realized what it was. It was a map. I quickly folded in and stuffed it into my pocket.

I closed the cabinet and moved onto his desk. I opened it and the first thing I noticed surprised me. It was a picture. A picture of Carver and Carry. That fucking hypocrite! I felt anger rise once more as the memory of burning my beloved items resurfaced in my head. Without thinking of the consequences, I snatched the photo and placed it in my pocket. Out of curiosity, I looked though it more. All of this stuff, their personal belongings. Notes, pendants, pictures. Everything in here is tied to something in his past.

I growled in my throat and was about to close the desk before I spotted something else. It was a watch. It was Pete's. Once again, I took the object and placed it in my pocket. How can I fit all of this in my pocket? I heard footsteps and I quickly closed the thing that had all the hidden treasure before I dashed back to my seat and fixed my hair. I took a breath in and out, ready to lie my way out of this room. Carver walked in and looked at me.

"Clementine," He said, "I'm afraid that I cant continue with our talks today. Think about what I have told you, I'll ask you about it tomorrow,"

Never mind. I'm home free. I nodded and walked as quickly as I could. I searched around for a good fifteen minutes before I found just the guy I was looking for. I smiled, ready to show my latest achievement. I walked up to him and patted him on the back. He turned and smiled at me, "Hey Clem," Luke greeted, "Something you need?"

I put on a devils smile and motioned for him to come closer. He looked confused, but he kneeled down to my height and I whispered in his ear, "I have a map."

"You have a what?" He asked in an equal tone of voice. I rolled my eyes, backed up, and showed him the map in my pocket. His face lit up when he realized what I was talking about and she squeezed me into a hug. He chuckled, "Clem! You little genius!"

I hugged back before saying, 'umm Luke, I need oxygen!" He let go of me and smiled even bigger.

"Knew I could count on you Clem!" Luke praised me even more. I shook it off and let him continue, "Now all I need to do is find a place we can meet up if we get separated. And then, we wait! We'll be out of here soon Clem!"

"Keep your voice down!" I warned, "Don't want to anyone to think anything! Kisser-boy," I teased.

Luke blushed a little bit, "You didn't tell anyone about that, did you?"

I remembered the night Sarah and I caught Luke and Bonnie kissing. I looked to the ground, "What kind of daughter would I be if I didn't tell Nick?"

Sarah and I were laughing like fools. We quickly ran to the yard and found Nick there. Wanting to tell somebody what I just witnessed, I quickly climbed onto Nicks lap. I quickly patted him while Sarah was still squealing. He looked at us strangely, " You two, okay?"

"Shhh!" I laughed, "You have to hear this! it's so funny!"

"Clementine," Sarah managed to get out, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and tried To tell what happened but I started to clap. Nick was getting weirded out, "What's going on?"

"Luke and Bonnie," I was interrupted by Sarah's increase of giggles, "Luke and Bonnie were kissing!"

Nick suddenly grew a smile of his own, "Knew Luke liked her!"

Luke groaned, "Did you really have to tell Nick?! Of all people?!" I shrugged. I suddenly felt bad. Sarah hasn't been doing do well. Bonnie told Carlos about what Carver made me do at the riot and how it had put Sarah in danger. Carlos hasn't let me talk to her since. I need to check up on her, make sure that she's alright. As soon as I can, I will.

Rebecca didn't look so good. I walked up to her, with a can of food in my hands, ready to give it to her. She looked stressed, tired, awful. But she was just standing there, with her palms flat on her abdomen, protectively keeping the baby safe. A smile lifted on her face as she felt the baby bump that she was no longer trying to hide. The pregnancy really only shocked Sarah. Pete had figured it out, along with Luke and Bonnie. I had already told Nick. Rebecca told Alvin Reggie, and Carver, with the addition of Carlos out of concern for her unborn child. And of course, she told me.

"Rebecca," I said her name to get her attention. Her head weakly snapped up and her eyes looked at me. I handed her the can of food and she smiled in appreciation.

"Thanks Clem," She smiled. She looked at me, as if trying to figure something out. I was about to ask her if something was wrong, but she placed the can down and sat in one of the nearby chairs, "Clem, come here please." I obeyed and she sat me on the ground. She took my hat off and my hair ties and began to play with my hair. I was confused by the sudden increase of affection. Before I could protest to anything she was doing, she started humming a nursery rhyme of some kind. The fire near us actually felt good on my cold skin, and I didn't have a problem with Rebecca playing with my hair. So I stayed put.

"You're such a beautiful girl, Clementine," She continued to play with my dark locks and admired me with shining eyes, "Your name is pretty too. Clementine, like the fruit,"

I resisted the urge to sigh. Everyone use to say that. Instead I just took the compliment, "Thank you."

"No problem, honey," She continued to hum, "If my baby is a girl, I hope that she'd grow to be like you." That surprisingly touched me, "You're such a brave girl. A beautiful girl."

"Are you ok?" I asked. She seems very touchy today.

"I'm great Clem," She said, "If my baby is a girl, then I hope she has curly hair like yours. She probably would, curly hair has been on my mothers side for generations."

"What if it's a boy?" I asked.

"The may god have mercy on my soul," She laughed at her own joke, "It it's a boy, then I would hope that he grew up like Alvin."

I nodded in understanding. I was about to say something else, but Nick found and joined Rebecca and I. He looked at Rebecca oddly, a look that she returned. Whats going on. Nick shifted his gaze to me and smiled, "How you doing baby girl?"

I smiled at the nick name, "I'm fine. Maybe a little hungry bu-"

"Here," Rebecca handed me the can of food I offered her not even an hour ago.

I shook my head, "You're eating for two," I reminded her, "I already had food."

Rebecca gave me a look of appreciation before she ran her hand through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. Nick looked at the sky and sighed, "Clem, you better get to bed."

"Do I have to?!" This is the first night I've had a day off from patrol for whole week, "I'm not tired!"

"Yes," He rolled his eyes, "Go on, scoot."

I was about to obey the order before Rebecca protested, "Does she really have to?" She looked up at my guardian, "She can just stay here with me."

"I'm pretty sure I've been poisoning her with coffee," Nick responded, "I don't want to do that again in the morning."

"You gave her coffee?" the pregnant woman sounded angry, "She's eleven!"

Nick shrugged, "I was younger when I had my first cup of coffee."

"Can I go to bed?" I interrupted them. I didn't want another argument about me to start. They both nodded and I scurried to the wooden beds. Sleep loomed over me the second I closed my eyes.