I apologize for this chapter being a bit late. I meant to do this awhile ago, but some stuff came up. Next chapter we will be into season two territory!

ONTO THE STURY!

I groaned and tried to sit myself up. I let out a hurt noise and Nick shot me a look of concern. I held my hand up to assure him, "I'm in pain," I complained, "My legs really hurt!"

He laughed, "Of course they do! Everyone's legs are in pain! We ran a marathon yesterday!"

"I cant move without them hurting!" I whined even more, "They're ok, right?"

He rolled his eyes at what he must have considered a childish question, "You're just sore, Clem. Mine are doing it to."

"How long should I be expecting this?" I questioned and poked at my flesh.

"Hate to break it to you kid," He scooted closer to me, "But it should last a couple days."

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head, "DAYS!" My voice was louder then intended, "What if I need to run away from walkers and the pain slows me down! Do you know how dangerous this could be?!"

He raised an eyebrow, "I think you're a bit paranoid."

"Me?" I shook my head, "I know what paranoid looks like. I'm not it!"

"And what does paranoid look like?" He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I thought about a quick example, "Kenny," I said without thinking. Nick looked confused and I quickly explained, "He's another man I use to know."

"Kenny," He rolled the name around in his mouth, "I think I've heard you mention him before."

I turned the lightest shade of pink before saying, "When we met, I thought you were him and I hugged you, Remember?"

"Yes!" He laughed (Yet again.) at the memory, "So this paranoid guy, Kenny, you thought I was him?" I felt a little bad. I kinda miss Kenny. He wasn't anywhere like Lee, but he helped take care of me. He would make sure I was fed and let Duck and I play. He comforted me after we returned form the St. Johns dairy. After his family died, most of that stopped. There was one time after that, after Lee and I were separated in Savannah, I came back to the mansion with Molly. When he was drunk, he comforted me about Lee missing, but I swear he called me by his sons name.

"Your hair looked the same," I explained, coming back to the conversation, "And he also wore a cap on his head." I knitted my eyebrows when I realized, "And you both have the same short temper, and your ability to do things without thinking, along with the protectiveness of your friends and-"

"Whoa!" He slowed me down, "I am not short tempered!"

"Hate to break this to you, Nick" I used the same words he did before, "But you kinda are."

He rolled his eyes. I took another look at him. He and Kenny are so much alike! They both lost very close loved ones and they have the same type of personality. And also, even though Nick has tried to keep it from me, they both have a love for alcohol. The only difference I can think of is that Kenny loved to take charge while Nick would rather sulk in the corner. It makes me wonder about how it could have been if Kenny were with Lee. If it were Kenny and I surviving together this past year instead of me and my small group.

Nick must have sensed this thought, because he picked he up and placed me in his lap. I snuggled close to his chest, much like I always do. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other curved around my back and held my head closer to his chest. I smiled. I moved my hair so that I could listen to his heart.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

There it is. The beautiful sound that is Nicks heartbeat. I grabbed a handful of his shirt in an attempt to get his attention. He didn't look at me but he responded, "Yeah, baby girl?"

"My legs still hurt," I complained once again, "Make them better!"

He chuckled, "I cant! You just have to wait it out!"

"I cant walk with them feeling like this!" This was true. Every time I moved them it felt like something was stabbing at me.

He looked over to Luke and shouted, "Luke!" The brunettes eyes snapped in our direction, "When do we plan on leaving?"

He looked at the sky, "We probably should've left sooner," he rubbed the back of his head, "Maybe in about half an hour. Let everyone else wake up."

He gave his friend a simple nod and back at me, "I can carry you."

"No you cant," I rolled my eyes.

"And why cant I?"

"The last time you carried me was when I was nine."

"And?"

"Well," I shifted uncomfortably and looked away as my cheeks turned into a light pink, "I'm heavier now."

He chuckled, "I think I can handle it."

"Handle what?" Luke came over and joined the conversation. He walked slower then usual. He must be sore like everyone else.

"Luke," Nick motioned for his friend to sit by him. Luke obeyed and one of his hands automatically started to play with my hair and his tired eyes rested on Nick, "DO you think I could carry Clem?"

Luke shrugged, "I don't see why not. She's only eleven. Almost a teenager."

"Don't remind me," Nick sighed.

I folded my arms and pouted, "Whats that suppose to mean?"

Luke chuckled, "On the bright side you skipped all the annoying kid stuff."

"What?" I looked up at them.

"But in a couple years, I'm going to have to deal with all the teenage shit," Nick responded, "She's stubborn now, I don't even want to imagine what she's going to be like when she's fourteen."

"Well," Luke patted him on the back, "It's a good thing your the dad here."

Nick rolled his eyes, "Ha-ha, fuck you too."

"Guys!" I was getting irritated, "I'm right here!"

Sadly, they continued their banter. Eventually. I got tired of their behavior and left. My eyes scanned the ground before they spotted the person I was looking for. I slowly made my way over to Sarah, trying to avoid the sleeping figure of her dad. I shook her, but to my surprise she was already awake. I squinted at the slightly older girl. She just looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Sarah?" I questioned and kept looking at her, "What're you doing? If you're awake you should get up."

She shook her head, "Dad said that I'm not allowed to get up until he is. He said it's dangerous out here."

"Are you serious?" I rolled my eyes. Of course Carlos has to set some kind of rule.

"Yeah," Sarah rubbed an eye, "It's the worst." There was a small silence.

"Where's your glasses?" I asked. I've rarely seen the raven haired teenager without the red tool on. She simply pointed and I looked at them. I bit my bottom lip before I reached out for them, "DO you really need these?"

"Careful!" She warned, not answering the question.

"I will be," I mumbled. I moved them around in my hands and studied them harder, before putting them on my own face. The world became blurry and my head would hurt if I tried to focus on my sight. I immediately took them of and rubbed my eyes. I looked at Sarah, "How do you see with these on?!" A small smile spread her lips. It was then when I realized I haven't seen one on her for awhile. That almost made me frown. Sarah's smiles always made everyone happy.

"How do you see without them?" She asked, amusement in her voice.

"Clem!" Nick called for me, "We gotta go!" I nodded and began to follow Luke (He has been our leader, after all). But, I felt a hand on my shoulder stop me. I looked back at Nick. He walked in front of me and kneeled a bit, "When you get close, jump."

"What?" I widened my eyes.

He chuckled, "Do you want a piggy back or not?" I sighed before obeying, and pounced on my guardians back. He adjusted me so he could hold me comfortably. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"This is insane," I muttered and looked at the ground below me. My fear of heights caused me to hold tighter.

He spoke to me in a comforting matter, "You'll be alright.

"Lets go," I spoke softly under my breath.