I didn't expect to be updating this so soon! not horribly pleased with the chapter

Alright, I've been getting some great OC's over here and there are some I really do want to use. I still need a couple good guys (I need one more girl and boy) and im not horribly sure on the baddies yet, I'll get to you on that. Please send some in either through the reviews or PMs

I;ll skip review time once more

ONTO THE STORY!

BATMAN OUT ;)

My eyes cracked open and the first thing I noticed was the warmth on my cheek. I stirred while looking to my left to discover a fireplace. The funny thing was I didn't know whether or not I was cold anymore. I looked across the room and saw Bonnie... staring at me. Her blue eyes screamed murder. If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now and the force of the look would've been so strong that I wouldn't have to worry about coming back as a walker.

"Bonnie?" I questioned, my voice raspy, "Are you alright?"

I notice she gritted her teeth and her hands (Which she was using to keep a blanket wrapped around her) had white knuckles from gripping hard.

"I have nothing to say to say to you," She spat at me, tone coated in venom, "You could've gone back for Luke. You could've saved him and you damn well know it!"

My eyes traveled to the ground at the mention of Luke. Oddly, it took me a moment to recall what happened on the ice. Tears stung my eyes and I held my arms close to my stomach. I looked back up at the red head,

"Bonnie, I'm sorry," I sadly muttered, knowing it probably wasn't the best thing to say to her.

"Sorry? Luke is dead! Sorry isn't shit!" Her glare at me sharpened. I could've sworn her orbs were getting glossy, "Must be nice being a pretty little girl. No one expects you to do a fucking thing."

Sadness dropped inside me, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

How dare she blame his death on me?! I did exactly what Luke had asked of me! He knew better out of the three of us what would've worked. He could've gotten his leg out of the damn lake and crawled his ass out of there. She's the one who forced help on him. She's the one who had got him killed! I looked back up at her, my seemingly afraid era gone.

"You can blame this on me all you want!" My voice quivered. Im not to sure whether it was because I was close to tears or because of anger, "But you know just as well as I do that you're the one who got him killed out there."

"Bullshit!" She swore, "That's bullshit!"

"He could've saved himself if you didn't go back for him!" I continued, ignoring the fact she seemed close to slapping me, "The extra weight was what caused the ice to break."

"You were light! It would've supported you!" She accused.

I shook my head, but of my hair stuck to my neck since it was still a bit damp, "Keep excusing yourself, but you know it's not true."

I stood up and began walking away (Passing blood spots that were left from Arvo's murder). Bonnie yelled something back at me, but I hadn't cared enough to listen. As I walked towards the back door, I heard fragments of Kenny and Mike's arguments in the next room.

"You fucking murdered that boy! Right in front of everyone!" Mike yelled.

I heard Kenny pace around the room, "I made a mistake and I'm sorry! I wont do it again, that's a promise!"

"You talk about it so causally! Like you were caught... I don't know! Stealing a cookie or something!"

I growled as I past the room and opened the door to go outside. I took a big breath of the cold air, watching my breath leave my mouth as I exhale. I expected to be alone, to have had a moment to myself. But I saw Nick about fifteen feet away, leaning up against the truck. I smiled to myself, a sad smile, but it was still a smile. I slowly made my way over to him.

"Hey Nick," I greeted tiredly, still waking up a bit.

My voice alerted him. He turned, almost defensively, toward me. Now, there were a few things that caught my eye. How dirty his clothes were, how torn up his hat was, how he looked different with only one eyes, but the thing that really had stood out to me was that his only eye now was tinted red and how his tear stained cheek slightly shined from the moonlight. I stopped in my tracks. The last time I had seen Nick cry was months ago. A year even. After Helena... It seemed weird to see it again.

"Fuck," He muttered under his breath, barley audible. He wiped his cheek (Leaving a bit of dirt where his hands were) and sniffed, "Didn't know you were awake."

"Nick?" I tried to comfort, "Nick, are you alright?"

"Yeah," He breathed, "Yeah, just... Just Luke's...fuck."

I frowned. I walked a little closer and held his hand in comfort, knowing there was nothing I could say to make him feel better. Kneeled down to my height and caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"I almost lost you again today," He said, probably more to himself then me.

"It's alright," I said, "Im alive, everything's fine."

Nick shook his head, "If you and Luke had died, I would've killed Arvo myself. Just out of blind rage. I just know I would've."

"Nick," I lightly scolded, "I know you wouldn't have."

Another tear leaked from him eye, "I can believe Luke is just fucking gone. That's twenty years of friendship, just gone. The guy who I grew up with and knew me almost as well as I knew myself if not better. I don't know what to do without him.'

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, not knowing what else I could do, "You don't have to.'

"No," Nick shook his head once more, "I'd rather not."

"Alright," I didn't push. Instead, I looked at the truck he had been leaning against.

"I got it working," He noticed while taking another sniff, "Running beautifully and everything. We all got in a fit about where to go. Mike suggested Texas, but we canceled that idea. Bonnie wanted to head back to Howes, insisting that there could still be supplies back there. Kenny's still set to find Wellington, and at this point, I agree. We've gone this far in search of this place, lost enough good people, shouldn't we see it through?"

I gave a slight nod, "Not a horrible idea. I like it. Mind if I get in?"

"Wanna claim a seat for yourself," He kinda chuckled, the sadness still hinted in his voice, "I've already called driver seat."

"Haha," I smirked, crawling into the passenger seat. The truck surely would've held us all, capacity wasn't a problem. I looked at the back seats and noticed a back of supplies. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "What's all that?"

Nick sat down on the drivers seat, "That? Oh, just the supplies Arvo mentioned. There's one more inside the house. I kept one out here in case we need to leave quickly or something. Make sure we have some stuff no matter what happens."

"Smart," I praised.

I looked around a bit, seeing if there was anything note worthy. The key's were on the dash, just sitting there. I looked out of the window, looking at the road ahead of us. Wellington could be horribly far up north. What, four or five days at most? Kenny would simply jump for joy when we got there. I don't know what everyone else would want to do. I feared for my group, I almost think it would be better if we went our separate ways, although I'd stay with Nick or course.

That's when a thought crossed my mind. The idea itself sent a small shiver down my spine. My eyes went back up to the dash, and I started a glaring contest with the keys.

"Nick," I hesitated but my voice remained firm and I turned my head to look at him, "We could leave... right now."