HELLO! Did you like that little cliffhanger? (Hides) No? I promise, Omids story will be believable! and realistic! He's a bit different now, and you'll find out why and how soon!

ONTO THE STURY!

Silence.

It quickly filled the air when I spoke his name. Nick lowered his rifle and Luke looked at me in astonishment. I could barley pay attention to these things though. The only thing on my mind was the fact my old friend was back. My golden eyes looked into his dark ones. My mouth hung open and a shiver went down my spine. I took a step closer, and this time Nick didn't stop me. Normally, I would've reached out a hand to touch him, just to make sure this was real. But, the chill in the air already told me that this was happening.

"Omid?" I asked again, a bit louder this time. His face showed no emotion. He gave a simple nod, "Omid," I said once again. This time it wasn't a question, but an act of clarification.

Carlos looked at me, "You know this guy?"

"Yeah," I couldn't take my eyes of the Persian man, "Yeah, I do."

"How?" Nick butted in.

I finally removed my eyes from my long, lost friend and looked up at my protector, "Remember the day you met me?"

"Yes," His eyes flickered back and forth between Omid and I.

"Well," I began to explain, "That day, He was the person I was suppose to meet-"

"-Right by the train," Omid finished my sentence. I couldn't tell what it was a heard in his voice. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. He gave me a cold stare, "We went looking for you."

"I'm sorry," I muttered. He gave no response. It was then when I noticed the blood stain on his sleeve, "What happened?"

"That's what we're trying to find out," Carlos took Omids arm and examined it, "Your friend here was bit."

My eyes widened, "Bit?"

"By a dog," Omid looked at Carlos, his tone full of correction. I let out a sigh of relief.

Omid. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. He's alive? They went looking for me? They couldn't have been by the train, Luke and Nick said it was overrun with walkers. Maybe they waited and then went. I looked back, for what felt like the hundredth time, at the short man.

I hesitated before asking, "Where... where's Christa?"

"If I knew," He glared at me, "Do you really think I'd be here?" He's different. There seems to be no humor left in him at all. He seems, drained. Tired. Confused. I looked at him with sympathy etched into my features.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"Story time is going to have to wait," Carlos interrupted our banter, "This bite could've been made from anything."

"It was a dog," Omid glared at the doctor before sarcastically adding, "Want me to go get the things rotting corpse so you can examine the teeth?"

I also knitted my eyebrows in confusion, "Wouldn't a dog bite be wider then a walkers?"

"Could be anything," Carlos repeated and shrugged.

"This is bullshit!" Rebecca's voice emerged and she pointed an accusing finger at Omid, "He could be with Carver for all we know!"

"He's not," I automatically rushed to his defense, "I know Omid. There's no way he would live under the same roof as Carver."

"Don't talk back to me like that," Rebecca hissed, "When was the last time you saw this man? Two years ago? You don't know shit."

"Don't talk to her like that," Nick warned her.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Carlos asked and rolled his eyes, "We still have a situation here!" He turned to Luke, "What should we do?"

"Fuck," Luke cursed quietly, "I don't know! What can we do? He could be bit."

"I suggest," Carlos folded his arms, "That we wait. We lock him in the shed and if he hasn't turned in the morning, then we know he's telling the truth."

Omid shook his head, "Not happening. Just let me go."

"It's too risky," Pete said.

"Risk?" Omid spat, "What risk? If it was a walker bite, then you think I'm going to hunt you after I turn? The dead are mindless."

"Omid stop," I ran a hand through my hair before turning to Carlos, "His arm needs to be cleaned and stitched."

"We have all that stuff in the house," Alvin smiled, "Maybe we could-"

"Alvin," Rebecca scolded.

The big mans smile dropped before saying, "But yeah, we cant do nothing."

"We cant lock him in a shed," I looked at all these people as if they were crazy.

After several minutes of arguing, I lost. Omid was forced into a shed and I had a bad feeling rested in my stomach. I walked inside and the first thing I saw was Sarah. The young girl pestered ne with questions, but I didn't bother to listen to any of them. I sat down on the couch, but eventually I rested my head against the arm and brought my legs up as well. I grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped myself in it. Sarah went upstairs to read and I heard the front door open and close. I set my hat on the Coffee table and snuggled into my blanket. I felt the couch move and I knew someone had sat down.

The only person who would care enough to check on me.

"Nick," I muttered into the blanket, "Go away."

I felt my self being lifted up. He wrapped me into the blanket and carried me upstairs. Now, since we had arrived at the cabin, I had been sharing a room with Sarah, so that's where I expected to go. But, not much of a surprise, I found myself in his room. There were still nights when I would find an excuse to go to Nicks room. Weather it was that I was cold or had a nightmare, it didn't matter. Luke has complained about it before, but Nick still keeps the door open for me. Nick laid me down on the warm bed and turned to leave, but I stopped him.

"Don't go," I muttered.

"Nick, go away," He said in a voice that was meant to sound like mine. He rolled his eyes and mocked my earlier words.

"Hey," I pointed at him, "I do not sound like that!"

He chuckled and sat on the bed himself. he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I turned and grabbed a handful of his shirt I hid my face in his chest and one of his hands rubbed up and down my back. I listened to his breathing and I timed his inhales. I closed my eyes and I allowed sleep to take over.

I woke up to the sound of the door opening and closing. I felt next to me and realized that nick wasn't there he must've left. He did have to talk to the other adults about Omid and what they're going to do with them. I still cant believe that they would consider doing anything to him after they found out I knew him. I opened my golden eyes, expecting to be greeted with an empty room. However, I found Omid, standing there with wide eyes. I nearly screamed from the surprise.

"Omid?" I asked.

"Hey," He said in an awkward manner, "Can you help me?"

I stood up and noticed that he had something in his hands. I got a closer look, it was hard to make out in the dark, but I recognized it as Sarahs bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide and Petes fishing lines. There was also a sewing needle between his fingers. I looked at him in confusion. Is he stealing from us? I gave him a stare. Not a cold or demanding one, just a normal stare.

"Where did you get that stuff?" I asked

He shrugged, "C'mon Clem, you understand. I just need something."

It was true, I did understand his worry. If I were him, I would probably do the same, "What do you need?"

"Good girl!" He praised, "I need bandages!"

"That's easy," I muttered and opened Nicks desk. There was some ugly pink wrappings in there that should do the trick. I grabbed the handful of Cloth and handed it to my old friend, "Here"

"Thanks," He bit his bottom lip, "I appreciate it."

"You better!" I tried to play around with him, but he stayed as emotionless as before. I frowned once again, "Omid, are you okay? What happened to you while I was gone?"

I heard the floor creak, suggesting that somebody was walking. He looked at me, "A lot happened. If you really want to hear about it, I'll tell you later."

I pouted before opening the door slightly. I looked out, to make sure no one was coming, when I was positive the coast was clear, I said a quick goodbye to Omid and allowed him to go back to the shed to stitch his arm up.

You shall find out what happened to Omid in a couple of chapters. Until then, Happy guessing!