"Well that was quick," I thought while stepping down the stairs. I briefly saw someone passing the window and my eyebrows knitted in confusion. Why would Luke be going around? The doors open by the kitchen. Even the front door should be unlocked. When I was fully down the stairs, I saw the figure pass by the second window. I looked at Sarah, and she had fearful eyes and her body shook slightly.

"That's not Luke," her voice quivered as she looked at the door, "Clem... I think that's-"

She was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door, "Hello?" A voice came from outside.

I knew that voice anywhere. My heartbeat sped up and my first instinct was to quickly try to lock the door. Instead, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and raced back upstairs to Nicks room. As quietly as I could, I squeaked, "Hide," and I pointed under the bed. She quickly obeyed and squeezed her body in there. I heard the front door open and close so I quickly hid in the closet, closing the door quietly behind me.

I just helplessly stood there in sheer terror. I clamped both of my hands down on my mouth to shut out any noise that might have come out of it. I heard footsteps pace around downstairs. Everytime the floor boards creaked my heart started beating ten times faster. It felt like the vital organ was trying to escape my chest. To be blunt and for lack of a better term, I'm scared shitless.

I heard the footsteps get louder, suggesting that Carver was getting closer and nearby. I heard the bedroom door open and close. There was a small silence, as if Carver had paused to look aroung the room or pick something up.

"Sneaky sons of bitches," I heard him mumble softly. He started walking again. A few moments passed and I almost thought he left. But suddenly, the knob on the closet door rattled. My eyes widened and a few tears actually slipped from them.

"This is it," I thought, "As soon as he opens that door I am officaly dead. Im sorry Nick. Im sorry Lee." The knob turned and I had prepared myself.

"What are you doing?" a familiar voice said. The question had stopped Carver from opening the door just in time. Omid! "Care to explain why you're invading my cabin?"

I could just picture Carvers smug, smiling face, "Sorry, meant no disrespect."

"That doesn't answer my question," Omid was getting annoyed.

"I was out looking for my people," Carver huffed, "Eight of them to be exact. Maybe you've seen them. There's this black guy with a pretty little pregnant lady, doctor and his daughter, a farm boy and old man, along with another young man and his," Carver paused as if looking for the right words, "Young one."

I heard the floor creak again, "It's just been me around here for awhile."

"That so?" Carver sounded unconvinced, "Well, if you see the girl in this picture or any of the people I just descripted for you, do me a favor and tell them old Carver was here?"

"Sure, you can leave now."

There was a long dramatic pause before carver muttered, "You have no idea who these people are do you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Omid gave an immediate response."

"Tell me," The evil man started, "When they met you, how much did they trust you?" Another pause. Omid didn't answer, "I'm just saying, if people cant trust you then how can you trust them?" I heard him exit the room and leave.

Several minutes later, Omid knocked on the closet door, "I know you're in there. Find a better hiding spot next time. You can come out now."

I popped out of that closet. Sarah had gotten out of her hiding spot as well. She had light tears in her eyes, but that's okay, I think mine had some too. Omid looked back and forth between us, as if looking or an explanation to be written on our faces. Sarah pointed her head to the ground with closed eyes and i ran a hand through my curls, trying to imagine that it was Nick comforting me.

"He saw a picture of me," Sarah muttered as she thought back to what had just happened.

I put a hand on her shoulder, "It's alright, you'll be alright."

Sarah appreciated that.

"C'mon," Omid motioned for me to follow him, "I need your help."

"Sarah stay here," I commanded while going down the stairs, "Where's Pete?"

Omid shrugged, "He's alive."

I breathed a sigh of relive and we walked outside before I continued asking questions, "How? He was bit. Where is he?"

Omid didn't answer. He led me out to the shed, the one he had been locked in not long ago. He opened the doors and Pete was inside. My eyes widened. His wrist were tied together and his leg was missing. My attitude quickly changed before I looked at Omid.

"Omid!" I exclaimed, "What did you do?"

"I did what I had to," He automatically went into defense mode. He picked Pete up and carried him inside, carelessly dropping him on the couch. Omid left to get some water. I stared at Pete.

His skin was pale, from either shock or blood loss. There was something tied near his knee, by his stump, to stop blood from coming out. His hands were tied. Did Omid force him to do this? Omid did have splatters of blood on his clothes, he must've washed his hands before returning. Pete's green pants were a dark red from the knee down. Well, from one of his knees down. If I were with him, this wouldn't have happened.

Omid returned and placed the cup on the table for him, for when he woke up. If he woke up.

"Omid?" I looked at the Persian man, "This isn't going to work."

"Yes it is," He disagreed.

"But," I swallowed, "It didn't work for Lee."

He didnt have a reaction, "We waited to long for Lee. This happened right after."

"Oh," I said like a child, "Um, why are his hands tied?"

Omid shrugged, "Because I knew he would squirm."

My eyebrows knitted together and I took another look at Pete's stump, "Nick's going to be pissed!"

"If he wants to be a little bitch about me saving his uncles life, then that's fine by me."

All I knew was, we were all going to have one hell of an argument when Luke really did get back.

"Clem," Luke entered the kitchen door and I was the first thing he saw.

"Luke!" I said his name back to him.

"We couldn't find Pete and-" He stopped his sentence when Omid walked over, "Omid..."

Nick pushed past his friends and came face to face with mine, "Where's my uncle?"

"Front room," He said so matter-of-factly.

"Where were you guys?" Luke asked but I cut off the conversation there.

"Carver was here!" I didnt sugar coat it.

"WHAT DID SHE SAY?!" Rebecca exploded.

Luke flinched at her sudden outburst, "Rebecca, calm down. Alright?"

"DONT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I AM CALM! YOU CALM DOWN!"

Carlos looked over at me, annoyed, "And you just opened the door for him?"

"I didnt just open the door!" I was irritated that he would think I would do something like that, "I made sure your daughter was safe before I hid from him."

Luke rubbed his eyes, "What exactly happened."

"He saw a picture of Sarah then left! He spoke to Omid" I explained. I was about to say something else before I was expectantly interrupted.

"HOLY SHIT!" Nicks voice echoed from where he had seen his uncle. Luke immediately went to make sure he was alright.

"FUCK!" Luke's voice roared, "CARLOS! GET IN HERE!"

Pretty soon, everyone (Except Sarah who was up in her room reading and probably trying to ignore the yelling) was in a huge circle by Pete. Everyone's eyes widened at the sight of the older man. nick looked close to tears and Carlos was checking his pulse. Pete hadn't woken up since Omid dragged him in here. I was worried, but I don't think I would've been awake by now either. the guy just had a leg cut off, the least I could do was make sure he got some proper rest.

"I think he'll live," Carlos stated while checking Pete's pulse, "He's pale do o shock, and he'll obviously will need crutches, but he'll live."

"What about blood loss?" Alvin asked.

Carlos pointed to the rope or whatever it was that was tied above the stump, "That stopped him from losing to much. We need to keep it on nice and tight for awhile."

Nicks face was red with rage. he turned to Omid and pinned him to a nearby wall, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

"NICK STOP!" I automatically yelled.

Omid pushed Nick away from him, "I saved his life is what I did! He was bit by the stream! When he yelled and shot at the ground, yeah, that was when it happened!"

"What?" Nick asked in a disbelieving tone.

"Guys!" Luke interrupted, "We have to worry about Carver now!"

"What about crutches?" I asked, "We don't have any just lying around!"

"Alvin and I will help him until we find some!" Luke said, exhausted, "But Carver will be back here any day! We need to get going!"

Im just gonna leave it there...

happy that Petes (for now) alive?