OMFG! I'm am freaking out right now! HOLY FUCK! I just barley watched the mid season premier of TWD Tv show! I DIDNT SEE THAT COMING RIGHT THEN! HOLY FUCK I LITTERLY shouted, 'OH MY GOD" repeatedly! DAMMIT!
anyway, moving on. I decided to update this before I go to school.
I don't really like this chapter, I felt that It was missing something. Oh well, next chapter will be better or longer to make up for it!
Review time!
Kiwipunch99: I'm sorry! I'm a tease! It's just the truth! You'll find out what Nick was about to say soon enough. Patience my child, Patience.
Rebloxic: Good! I was actually tying to make people hate Omid! See if my friend was right about my ability to make people be hated! SUCCESS!
Fun fact: I was actually going to bring Christa in, not Omid. BUT then I started thinking about what Clementine's presence would've effected, and if she hadn't left her gun on the counter, then Omid would've died there. SO I got creative! Don't regret it yet!
"The boy nearly gut shot me!" Pete exclaimed while I was trying to hold back my laughter, "And of course the buck gets away!"
The story had been mentioned to me many times, but the first time I heard it was about two months ago. I might've died from laughter that day. Pete was trying to cheer Omid up about yesterday, but the man hasn't even cracked a smile. He wont talk unless he has to, and even then he uses as little words as possible. I haven't seen him give any signs to even acknowledging the sentences coming out of our mouths. I saw him shrug and blink once. And that was pretty much it.
"Why you going off telling him this shit for?" Nick mumbled under his breath, probably thinking no one heard him.
Pete turned and looked at him, "Well for starters, you nearly blew his face of yesterday! Just want him to know it's nothing personal with you. And also, why aren't you telling him this shit? He was a part of your little girls life, I don't understand why you wouldn't even want to try to communicate with him."
"Why are you always giving me a hard time?"
"Because, with Clementine as the only exception, you're giving everybody else a hard time," Pete said. Nick rolled his eyes and marched forward, bumping his uncle on the shoulder as he passed him, "Leaving us again, eh?"
"I know where the fucking river is," Luke called, without looking back.
Nick had woken up in a bad mood this morning. Like everyone else, he has his bad days. I looked at Pete and gave him a small, warm-hearted smile before I dashed to go catch up with Nick. Usually, I try to leave him alone when he has a rotten attitude, but today I can make an exception. I held my hands behind my back and tried to think of a way to make him laugh. I sniffed. I've been doing that a lot lately. Maybe I'm getting sick. I looked to the ground and realized how much bigger his footsteps were in comparison to mine. I took a good sized leap to meet him at the same distance.
I was about to open my mouth to say something, but that's when I noticed it. There was a lot of corpses sitting on the small patches of earth by the creek. My jaw dropped open and eyes widened. From a ballpark figure, I would say that there was at least ten. I nearly dropped my gun. Nick did too. I breathed in and out. My first thought was, 'who would do this?' and my immediate mental answer was, 'Carver'.
I looked up at Nick and my fearful golden eyes met his sparkly blue ones. He was thinking the same thing I was. He turned his upper body back towards the woods and I turned my attention back to the many dead bodies surrounding the area.
"UNCLE PETE!" I heard Nick call out. I heard running feet and before I knew it, Pete and Omid were here to witness what Nick and I had discovered for themselves.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Pete sadly whispered as the looked at the scene in front of him.
I looked at the two men, "It was him, wasn't it?"
"Think about it," Nick turned to Pete, "You're Carver, what do you do?"
"Carver?" I heard Omid speak the first word I had heard from him since yesterday. It was responded with silence as Nick, Pete, and I exchanged glances.
I turned my back to them to try and see if any of the corpses were moving. While I was looking I asked, "Do you think any of them are still alive?"
"Only one way to find out," Pete said as he moved. He crouched in front of one, "Check the bodies, see if you can find anything on them. Maybe something that can tell us who did this."
I rose myself up on my toes, "There are more over there." I observed and pointed out.
Pete sighed, "C'mon Clem. Omid, you too. Nick, stay here and search the rest of them."
Omid and I had begun to follow Pete, but I could hear Nick protest from behind, "What're you doing? We need to get the fuck out of here!"
"Calm down and think about it son!" Pete yelled over at him while stepping around some rocks.
"Calm down?" Nick asked before repeating, "We need to get the fuck out of here now!
"Nicks right!" I agreed. Trust me, I'm the last person who want to get caught by Carver again. Just the thought that he could possibly be behind this had my flesh rising to Goosebumps's, "This doesn't look good!"
Pete gave me a disapproving look, "Some of these people could still be alive! And they might be inclined to explain to us who did this."
Nick looked around, as if he were expecting someone to attack, "This is a dumb idea!"
"Nick, I don't like this either! But you're gonna have to learn a simple truth!" Pete rubbed his temple. "Well you're just gonna have to learn a simple truth!"
Nick looked around and was visibly on guard, "What? That you're an asshole?"
I actually had to resist laughing at that. I rolled my eyes and let them continue their banter. I motioned Omid to follow me and he searched higher up then Pete, cover more ground. I heard coughing and My eyes landed on this man. After I let out a surprised gasp, I examined him a bit closer. His eyes were the same color as mine and his skin was covered in black stuff, along with dirt and some blood. His coughing wouldn't stop. I crouched down next to him and felt his forehead. He has a million degree fever!
"Omid!" I called out to the man, "Come help me!"
When the Persian man came closer, He noticed the man. I noticed his eyes fill with anger. I've seen this look many times on Carver. Anger mixed with hatred, and perhaps a little bit of self blame. Why would Omid have this look? especially right now? Omid slowly kneeled down and looked at the dying man.
"Where is she?" He said slowly and harsh. His teeth were clenched and his hands were balled up into fists.
"What?" I asked.
Omid ignored me and the mans coughs quieted down a bit. Omid leaned in a little closer to him, "Where is she?" He said again. I've never seen Omid seem so intimidating.
"Water," Was all the middle aged man gasped, "Please."
"Omid?" I asked, before anything could be done, I heard another sound.
"SHIT!" Pete screamed and fired his rifle, "I'm okay! I'm fine! Just, lost my footing! Dammit. God dammit!"
I stood up and looked at the older man. The first thing I noticed was the look of fear into his eyes. I was about to shout out to him, ask him if he was alright, but then I saw the blood on his legs. I looked back and forth between his new wound and a nearby walker, the one he had just shot, and connected two and two together. Everything stopped. Pete was bit! I was about to shout for him, but approaching walkers began to attack. They must've heard Pete's gunshot.
"SHIT! LURKERS!" Pete warned us before anyone else could, "GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE!" The older man shouted over all the gunfire and walker groans, "ALL OF YOU!"
"NO!" Nick shouted back, "YOU GET OVER HERE!"
"DAMMIT NICK! NOW'S NOT THE TIME TO ARGUE"
"WHY CANT YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME? JUST ONCE! ONCE IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE!"
I looked between Nick and Pete before Making a decision. I pushed Omid over to Petes side, "Follow Pete! Nick and I will meet you at the cabin as soon as we can!" To my surprise he didn't put up a fight. He ran as fast as his legs would and killed the walker that had forced itself over Pete. I didn't see which way they ran, I was too busy pushing and dodging more members of the undead. I grabbed Nick by the arm and practically dragged him over the forest. When he remembered that he had legs and started to walk himself, I let go and moved tree branches out of my way. I almost tripped over multiple things many time. After I jumped over a fallen tree, I found the perfect hiding spot.
"Nick," I looked behind me and found him, "Over there!" I pointed to what looked like a cellar.
He and I both started running at the same time, unlucky for us, the dead weren't far behind. Once we were in Nick shoved both doors closed and we used our bodies as barricades. The doors were being banged on with the corpses fist in useless attempts to open the door. Okay, maybe not so useless, I could already feel my body get tired and weaker and the amount of dead by the doors were increasing by the second. I looked over at my guardian.
"Nick!" I yelled over to him, "Find something!"
He looked around and left me alone to keep the doors closed. I planted my feet to the ground and tried to keep the doors shut. Soon, Nick placed a big crate of rotten apples in front of the door. We both backed away slowly, but kept our bodies near the door in case the crate shifted. When he was convinced that we were safe, he sat down in a nearby chair.