I HAVE RETURNED! Once again, not horribly pleased with this chapter, but here it is! Im still debating whether I want to put the five days in or do the original time skip. I mean, after the five days a lot ios going to happen. We'll see.

Were you all worried about Pete?

Fan fact: at first, I was thinking about just making this a oneshot and even kept considering it after the first chapter was up. See how well that turned out? XD

Im going to skip review time and just go right out on to the chapter! ENJOY!

"What happened to Pete?" Nick asked, full of concern, "Omid with him right? Where did they go?!"

"Don't know," I said simply and shrugged, keeping an eye on the door, "But I told Omid to meet us back at the cabin when he can."

Nick blew a sigh of relieve. I knitted my eyebrows together and frowned at the floor while remembering what I had seen by the stream. Pete was bit. No one I knew had ever survived a bite wound before. It was an automatic death sentence. It was just as effective at getting shot in the chest. My mind quickly started to debate on whether to tell Nick or not. He undoubtedly deserves to know, but once I tell him He'll go through his little cycle of self pity and I need his full focus. My hands found there way behind my back and I twiddled my fingers together.

"Nick," I finally removed my eyes from the floor and looked right at him.

He stood up and examined the nearby crates of rotten apples, "Hmm?"

"We," I hesitated, "We might want to get back as soon as we can."

"Cant you hear those walkers on the other side of the door? We have no weapons and we wouldn't stand a chance against them," He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No weapons?" I asked, "What about your rifle?"

"Dropped it back there," HE said and put his hand to his face, "It was outta ammo anyway."

"Oh," I muttered. I quickly stood on one of the apple crates and looked everywhere I skim my eyes across, "Is there a back way out?"

"No," Nick answered, "It's fine Clem, we can wait."

"No, it's not fine," I quickly answered. If Pete was going to die, then he was at least going to have some last words with his nephew. I'll be damned before I just Nick lose another one of his relatives and have his last words to him be, 'What? That you're an asshole?'. I once again looked about in an attempt to find a way out. Sadly, there was none to be found.

"Clem," Nick looked at me, "Calm down! They can take care of themselves! Why is getting out of here right this minute so important?"

"Because," I hesitated. He deserved to know, but I couldn't tell him, "I just don't like it here."

He helped me down from the crate, "You'll be fine baby girl."

I sighed, immediately hugging Nicks side. He returned it. I just stayed there for a couple of seconds before announcing, "I'm gonna have a look around."

"Just be carful," he responded and let me go.

I started from the back. When we were at Howe's, Bonnie always told me to start from the back all the way to the top. I don't know why, but Bonnie never failed me, so I kept a hold of this information. There wasn't much of anything. Just more crates of horrible smelling apples and some shelves. I moved one of the wooden planks and noticed something that made my eyes pop out of my head. Water! I've been thirsty since we had to stop running. Without hesitation I grabbed one of the jars, unscrewed the lid, and took a huge gulp of the cool drink. I suddenly regretted it when I felt my throat start singing something horrible and started a coughing fit. I almost dropped the liquids glass container.

Nick's eyes looked over at me curiously. He noticed the jar I had in my hand and took it. He sniffed it and his head shot straight up before he took a sip. He made a face at the taste and his hand clenched into a fist, but happily said, "Whisky."

"Is that what it is?" I asked while rubbing my tongue with the sleeve of my shirt in an attempt to get the taste out. Nick chuckled and visibly resisted taking a drink from the jar (Probably so that I wouldn't know about his love for alcohol, which I already did) before setting it down.

"Yeah," He said.

I looked around one more time before asking, "What should we do now?"

As if on cue, the walkers started banging on the doors a bit louder. Nick looked over at the crate we had placed in front of them before responding, "We're gonna have to wait. Sorry kid."

I sadly agreed as I straightened myself behind of the crates and quickly drifted of to sleep.

"Hey Clem," I felt myself be patted awake. I tried to shoo the hand away and turned to the side. However, the other pair of hands would not stop touching me. I stirred.

Getting irritated, I mumbled, "Go away Nick."

"Clem," He repeated my name, "C'mon, we can go now."

That made me perk up. I arose from the cold, cement ground and looked at him, "Right now?"

"Yeah," he smiled. He moved the crate of apples and prepared himself to open the handle, He used his upper body to turn towards me, "Whatever happens, stay close to me."

I rolled at my eyes at his dramatic words, "Alright. Let's go."

He pulled and opened the door. The all to familiar sound of moaning walkers hit my ears. There weren't nearly as so much as before, but a few had kept nearby and wandered about. As they stumbled around, I could faintly hear leaves crunching under them. I stayed behind Nick as he slowly walked forward. One of the walkers had either smelled or heard us. The rotting thing aimlessly lifted its arms into the air and tried to grab at Nick. Nick sped up his movement as she quickly placed his hands flat against it's chest and pushed it hard, sending it to the ground. I grabbed a nearby stick to stab it in the eye.

Continuing forward, Nick and I kept walking. Thankfully none of them seemed to notice us. We had to go on. Since there was a pile of walkers around, we were forced to try and go around. We both just suddenly went into a full blown sprint as we took off towards the tree's The cabin was only half a mile from here, you couldn't miss it. It would be really light out by the time we got back there. Nick and I slowed to a jog once we were sure we were in the clear, not saying a word as she made our way out of the woods.

"Clementine?" Carlos asked in his hard, Spanish voice after Nick and I had finally got back, "Nick? How did you-"

"Where's Alvin?" Rebecca interrupted and asked.

Nick gave her a confused look, "He's not here?" He looked around, as if magically expecting him to pop out of nowhere, "Where's Luke?"

"He and Alvin went out looking for you," Carlos answered.

Rebecca rubbed her face, "We need to go find him."

"Calm down Rebecca," Carlos muttered and copied her movement's.

"My husband is still out there! GET. THE. GUNS!" She screamed at the doctor. He thought for a moment before obeying the order. Rebecca looked to the ground, "I told them not to go. Dammit Luke!"

Carlos placed a gun in Nick and Rebecca's hands. My eyes widened and I looked at Nick, "You're going again?"

"I'll be back," He said, "Just stay here."

I nodded. Carlos patted me on the shoulder, "Clem, can you- can you please watch Sarah?"

"Just go!" I hissed and they were out the door. I took a moment to breath before going up the stairs. I opened the door to Luke's and Nick's room, expecting to find it empty, but to my surprise I saw a quick flash of light and the innocent sound of Sarah's voice.

"Say cheese!" She said as she took a picture. I smiled at her, "I found this under the house! There were all kinds of old stuff! Will you take one of me?" she asked and held out the old camera, "C'mon, take one of me. Please?"

"Sure," I grabbed the object from her hands and pressed my finger on the button. When the image came out, I took the picture of her and looked at it. I placed the camera down and she grabbed the image from me.

"Cool!" She praised and looked at it through her red glasses. I shrugged and was puzzled when she put on a sad look, "Where's my dad?"

"Oh," I shrugged, trying to think of a lie quickly, "He's out fishing."

"I know that's not true," She quietly commented. A moment of awkward silence filled before she got a sudden burst of excitement, "Wanna see what I found?"I nodded. Happy that she had something else on her mind. I was a little less happy when I found out it was a gun, "Will you show me how to use it? I couldn't find any bullets."

I was surprised that she had made such a bold request. I'm happy and am proud of her for wanting to learn, but I was already on some pretty thin ice with her dad and I don't even know what Nick would think. But would teaching her save her life? She really needs to learn. I mentally shook my head. It's not really my place to decide when or if she should learn how to use a gun. It should be Sarah's, but sadly Carlos decides everything for her.

"No," I told her, "Sorry."

"Please," She said again, disappointed.

"Sorry," I shrugged.

Her shoulders slumped and she placed the gun on one of the counters. Her eyes briefly looked out the window before she beamed, "Hey! Luke's back!"