Wait... What's this? A regular update... WHAT! :D yes, I have updated. I had the time to. and it's longer then usual! I'm actually quite happy with how this one turned out :D
Review time (Short, because I'm really tired right now)
PeanutFangirl: XD oh how I love Joy.
LordSkarlet: Thank you :) that means a lot.
zmb3xor: You temporarily saved Nick's ass ;) it's the walking dead. Anybody could die.
Kristal-Dynamite: Yes, Omid is with the group XD sorry I didn't clarify.
Fun fact: Pete was actually suppose to survive the lodge incident. I changed it last minute.
ONTO THE STORY!
I let out a sound when the car had hit yet another bump. The sound became a hiss when I felt a sharp pain in my gut. Mathew looked at me apologetically and Kenny looked at me with concern. I let out a reassuring smile to tell them I was alright. Jumping slightly from another bump in the road, I rubbed my face with my palm as best as I could. Which wasn't very well considering that they were still tied together. I lifted my head up to see my group members.
Omid was in the far right corner, just sitting there. He's hardly said a word since we found Kenny. Kenny himself was by Sarita and I noticed their fingers were lightly laced together with Kenny's thumb gently rubbing up and down her own. Sarah was next to her dad, her head resting on his shoulder as we blankly look forward at nothing. Rebecca was in the far left corner, still grieving for her lost husband and sadly looking down at her oversized belly. Walter and Mathew were to the left of me, having a light conversation and exchanging words of sorrow.
"Dad," Sarah's voice broke the huge amount of silence, "I umm..."
"Go on, Sarah," Carlos urged.
Her brown, dirty cheeks turned a bit pink, "I have to go to the bathroom."
Instead of replying, Carlos banged his elbow on the car and alerted Troy of the situation. Carver had allowed Sarah to get out and relieve herself, but I had to come to. Troy had pointed over to some tree's and bushes (Which Sarah made a face at.) and told us to, 'Hurry our asses up.' I followed Sarah, turning to the side to give her some privacy. Moments later, Troy called.
"You girls just about done over there?!" The sound of annoyance in his voice was not hidden.
"Yeah!" Sarah emerged from the woods, buttoning her pants, "One second!" She said before turning to me, "Hey, thanks for coming. It's scary out here," She played with a strand of her hair and shyly looked away, "I know they made you... but it's still nice that you came."
"We're friends," I reminded her with a smile. She needs something to be happy about right now, "Friends look out for each other."
She smiled in appreciation, "Thanks Clem."
She kept her gaze off of me and a faint blush crept onto her face. I noticed her bite her bottom lip and narrow her eyes at me. I've never seen her like this before. I was about to ask why and if she was aright, but she pressed her lips to my cheek, stopping me from doing so. My own cheeks burned red as she turned, jogging away in embarrassment. After a moment my right hand came up, my fingertips lightly touching the spot where the contact was made. My heart hammered just a little harder and I felt my face become warmer as I processed what happened. Sarah kissed me on the cheek. Why did she do that?
"Clem!" Troy yelled, "Get the fuck over here! Make us wait for you all day!"
I awkwardly walked over there, like an idiot. Troy wrapped Sarah's hands back together. Ignoring those two, I looked over at Carver. He was talking on one of his stupid radios. I think he was talking to Tavia, but I wasn't really paying any attention. I just kept staring at his stupid face, hoping that lasers would come out of my eyes and turn him to dust. Unfortunately for me, that didn't happen. Instead he caught me looking, and simply stared back.
"It's not nice to listen to other peoples conversations," his rough voice informed me. I wanted to spit in his face, but I was too short. Instead I just kept gaping at him. He put on one of his evil smirks, his eyes squinted with sick delight, before walking over to me. Stopping right in front of me, he waited a second (Probably to give me the chance to apologize.) But after that second was over he didn't hesitate to back hand me across my left cheek. I let out a pained yelp as the slap happened and the force knocked me to the ground.
"No!" Sarah yelled, scared by the sudden violence, "Stop! Don't hit my friend!"
My hand went back up to my now red cheek. In pain this time and not confusion. My eyes watered from the sting, but I had resisted the urge to let them trail down my flesh. I would not give Carver such satisfaction. Through my blurry vision, I saw a hand reach out for me. Blinking a few times, I lifted my head to see a concerned Bonnie. My lips peeled back into a snarl and I tried to express hatred into my eyes.
Damn it Bonnie. Why he hell would she bring us back here? She knows what we're walking into! She knows what Carver wants from us! She knows why we have to stay away from him! And she's witnessed these things! Beatings, torture, mental scarring, murders. She knows! And she betrayed us anyway.
I stood up on my own, refusing the help the red haired woman offered. She gave me a sad look, one I tried to take pride in. Troy grabbed my hands and wrapped the thick rope around my wrists. I had noticed my skin turn red an blister. Most likely from the friction between my flesh and the rope. I clenched my teeth to keep myself from blowing up right there. Troy had released the latch from the moving truck and opened it. Taking his gun he pointed at us.
"In," He demanded while gesturing inside. A demand that Sarah and I had both followed.
Kenny noticed the red on my cheek right away, "Hey, what happened? Did he hurt you?"
"Kenny," I tried to reassure him, "It's-"
"Hey!" He yelled at the closing door, "Hey! What did you do?!"
After several more shouts from an angry Kenny and the smooth words of Sarita, we had all fallen back into the deep, deep silence. Everyone had their head's hung low and their emotions turning negative. Every one of us had been left to our thoughts. Which were undoubtedly about what was ahead of us.
But frankly, all I could think about was Nick.
Since we left the lodge, there had been no sign of him. Luke either. I should know, having kept both eyes looking around every time we stopped. Looking for... pretty much anything. Shoe prints, sudden movements, clues or hints. Sadly, there was just none to be seen. Both of those stupid, magnificent, glorious, idiots were stuck out there all alone and is our only hope of quick escape. But they better get here quick, or we'll all lose hope.
In fact, some of us have already lost it. Carlos had been talking to his daughter about going back, saying that we would, 'Be there for awhile,' or, 'We'll have to work hard when we get there.' Rebecca had been wailing around in self pity, not that I blamed her. The stress of having your dearly loved husband being murdered by your childs father must be one of the hardest things on this earth. Walter and Mathew hadn't said much. Omid hasn't said anything. And I myself, am just waiting.
"What are we doing?" Kenny asked.
I looked up at him, "What do you mean?"
Ignoring my question, he started to look around, "Alright, everyone keep your eyes peeled! Look for something sharp! Anything to cut these binding's through!"
"Just calm down," Carlos muttered.
"Calm down?! We're in a very bad situation here! We need to get out of here!" He yelled.
"Kenny," Sarita lightly said, "Please, do not yell."
"Sorry hun," Kenny muttered before raising his voice and saying, "Are all of you really not going to do anything about this?!" He waited, seeing if anyone had agreed with him. When he saw that no one was doing anything, he spoke again, "Hey, I'm not trying to be the bad guy here! I'm just trying to help!"
"I'm sure Pete really appreciated our help!" Anger rose in Carlos.
"Like you helped Alvin?" Rebecca bitterly added.
"That's not fair!" Sarita stood up to defend the man she seemingly loved, "You're blaming him for the actions of a mad man!"
"I am just pointing out that regardless of intent, there are consequences to rash action!" Carlos accent echoed through the small area and bounced off the walls.
Kenny looked at him in anger, "I don't know what the fuck you're saying, but I know it's bullshit!"
Snapping out of my trance, I got involved, "Kenny's right! We cant just sit here and not do anything!"
"Clementine," Carlos interrupted, "The adults are talking."
That's it, I've had enough out of him. He can yell at my father figure, question my sanity, yell at my every move, not trust me, and be an overall absolute dick head for oh so long before I blow up. Tightening my small hand into fist and clenching my teeth hard, I glared knives at the doctor.
"You know what?" I spat out, "Fuck you, Carlos!"
All heads snapped in my direction and jaws dropped to the floor. Rebecca's eyes were wide and Walter looked like he was about to die from shock. Sarita scolded me for such language. While Kenny looked at me with a warning, but he agreed with the statement. Omid, who was still in the corner, smirked at my very bold (Or very stupid) move. He looked rather amused, as if he found this all funny.
"Excuse me?" Carlos asked.
"You heard me," I straightened my back. I'm sure there is a bit of Nick showing in me right now, "I'm sick and tired of your constant shit."
"Clementine!" Rebecca looked at me, "Don't say things like that! You're only eleven. You shouldn't be cussing."
I rolled my eyes, "And dead people shouldn't be walking around either! We shouldn't be locked in a van, waiting for a man we all despise to bring us back, 'home.' We shouldn't have to have a gun under our pillows at night and watch those people close to us die. But you know what, all of that is happening. In the long run, this wont even matter. So excuse me for saying word."
"Clem," I heard Walter, "Please stop."
Shaking my head, I turned back to Kenny, "What should we be looking for?"
"Umm," Kenny looked around, "Ah- ha! jackpot!"
He stood up and started to rub his bindings with a piece of metal that was sticking out. The edge was sharp, sharp enough to cut through. When Kenny was free from his restraints, he had smiled and me. A smile I gladly returned. But of course, the truck had to come to an immediate stop, resulting in Kenny's face getting bashed against the door.
Not long after that, the door opened. The familiar look and sent had filled my systems and we were greeted by Tavia. She looked at me.
"Hey," She called to me, "Carver wants to see you in his office."
And that is chapter 41! I hope you liked it! I myself am rather happy with how it turned out! What could Carver possibly want?
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BATMAN OUT! ;)