The Walking Dead: Clementine and a dog named Sam
Chapter 13: backfired plan
Hey, everyone, just to let you know I will be updating my other Walking Dead story once this Episode is over, and thank you all for reading, so far. I have decided that I am ending this story by Epsiode 3, but as for my other story "Fight for Survival", that story will be going all the through the season 2. And I hope I can get more reviews in the future as they do help me build up my confidence to write more. In the meantime, here's chapter 13.
Once Clementine made it to the top of the roof, she crouched down to make as less noise as possible and slowly sneaked her way over towards the skylight Jane had mentioned that would get her into the stockroom where hopefully the radios would be. She noticed a guard patrolling the area, but luck was on her side when he did not seem to be aware of her presence.
"Man, you're not going to believe what I'm looking at." the guard spoke to someone on his radio. "There's going to be two or three thousands of them out there."
"In the parking lot?" Tavia, whom was on the other end of the radio inquired.
"No, not in the parking lot. I can't see them all, but...I see the dust they are kicking up." he answered.
"So you're not sure?" she asked.
"What, about how many there are?" he queried.
"Yeah." Tavia replied.
While they were discussing, Clementine had eventually made it towards skylight and took a look inside to make sure there was not anyone around that could see her and ruin everything.
"How can I be?" he asked, unsure of how many walkers were around the area, but he sure could say there was enough to outnumber them.
"Fuck...I hope they pass us." Tavia hoped.
"God, yeah." he agreed, unable to imagine what it would be like if they were to attack their community and ruin everything they worked so hard to build. "You think we're ready this time?"
"I don't know. Bill thinks we are." Tavia admitted.
Clementine lifted the skylight open and jumped down onto a huge crate. She peaked down below to see Tavia was in the same room with her. But on the bright side, she did see she was in the right area and the radios could be seen on a table, each of them on charge. Now all she had to do was get to them without being spotted by Tavia.
"So Reggie's back in the group now, huh?" the guard asked, now he was the one on the other end of the radio since Clementine was no longer in hearing distance with him.
"Yeah." Tavia simply replied, getting out from the lawn chair she was sitting in and proceeding over to the other side of the stockroom.
Clementine slowly descended herself onto a small gap and began to shimmy her way over towards another crate, needing to get close enough to the ground to jump down quietly.
"You, uh, think...? I, uh...?" he trailed off in loss of words.
"Spit it out, Hank." Tavia ordered.
"I just didn't think he was going to be let back into the group." Hank explained, always suspecting that those who were thrown into the yard, stayed in the yard.
"Huh. You don't?"
"No. Do you?"
"I don't know." Tavia admitted, but decided to get back to the previous subject at hand that was most important. "So, really, no bullshit, you think we're ready?"
Clementine had eventually shimmed herself over to another crate and jumped down onto it. And to her advantage, there were more crates below that were stacked like stairs for her to quietly sneak down. Hopefully Tavia would not turn around and look in her direction.
"I think so." Hank admitted. "The homestead at least. I'm not sure about the "expansion". They're out there just...moaning."
"That's what they do." Tavia answered like it was obvious. "I know what you mean. You figure we would be used to it by now."
Clementine looked at Tavia for a moment to make sure she was not facing her, and climbed down the many crates until she finally got to the bottom.
"I wouldn't figure that." Hank replied.
"You never got used to a light buzzing or anything?" Tavia looked towards the stock grates for a moment when she thought she saw something. But did not see anything move further, and assumed it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
"Little different when its dead human beings walking around." Hank clashed.
"I'll give you that one." Tavia praised, turning around and walking back over to the other end of the stockroom.
Clementine hid behind another wooden crate when she noticed Tavia had turned towards her direction, and she prayed she hid in time.
"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Hank asked.
As cautious as she could be, Clementine peaked out from her hiding spot to make sure Tavia was no longer looking in her direction, and to her relief, she was quite far away now, and this would make her job easier.
"Bill wants me to start getting this bay door fixed." Tavia answered.
Clementine saw the radios on a crate labelled "Click-On" on the side. Now all she had to do was get to them without being spotted by Tavia.
"That why you're down there?"
"Yup."
Clementine ran towards the radios but remained crouched down to make less noise. She reached the radios and poke her head up to see four of them on charge, and that may be a problem. She had no problem getting one, of course, but would Tavia notice some of the radios unaccounted for?
"What happened to it again?" Hank inquired.
"Troy backed into it when we brought the prisoners-the new people in." she quickly attempted to change what she said, but it was too late and Hank had already heard what she had just said.
"See? It's hard not to call them prisoners." Hank said.
Tavia ignored what he just said and changed the subject to the previous conversation about the bay door that needed to be fixed. "Anyway, I'm looking at it now...I don't think we have what we need."
"Jesus, really?"
"We repurposed a lot of shit to get this place built." Tavia reminded him, turning back around a second time when she through she saw something or someone. "I can't say for sure if we even had the materials before we started expanding."
"I don't know about you, but it seems like we really shouldn't be doing this yet." Hank admitted with a hint of worry in his voice. "Shouldn't we just wait until we need more space to make more space?"
"I don't know, Hank. Bill's got a plan." Tavia assured, finally deciding it was time to end this conversation and save the radios for the morning. "Look, let's say we call it for now. We will talk later."
"All right, talk to you later." Hank agreed.
"Yup, later."
"Out."
"Out."
Every time Clementine attempted to reach a radio, Tavia would look in her direction, causing her to take a step back, but the second Tavia turned off her radio and walked over to another part of the stockroom, she could now act and get out of here as soon as possible. Slowly, she pulled two radios out from their chargers and proceeded to get out of here back the way she came: via the skylight.
Once she climbed back up the crates, she began to shimmy her way back over the gap. She froze in her tracks for a moment and gasped when someone had spoken up; the thought of her being caught had already raced around her mind.
"You can't be smoking back here."
Clementine looked back down below to see Tavia with a box of cigarettes in her hands. And standing by her was another man. Tavia did not light her cigarette yet as the other man approached her. "Vince, come on. Don't give me that."
The man known as Vince looked around his middle thirties, he had longish brown hair with a slight goatee, and his ethnicity looked Asian-American. He wore a red jacket with a white shirt underneath and blackish jeans.
"If Bill smells a whiff of smoke back here, he'll flip." he warned. "What are you thinking? You know what; I'm just going to tell him. I'm not letting someone else get blamed for this. That's bullshit." he marched away to inform Bill of her breaking a rule.
By now, Clementine had made it back to the top of the stacked crates and proceeded to climbed out through the skylight.
Tavia remained silently for a few seconds, but she realized he was not messing around and was being serious. She dropped the cigarettes and followed him out of the stockroom, desperate to convince him not to tell Carver. "Vince. Vince, come on. Vince!" she ran after him now.
The second Clementine has out of the stockroom, she closed the skylight and took a big sigh of relief that she did not caught. She proceeded back towards the yard now that she had the two radios in her possession. When she reached the ladders, she began to descend her way back down and noticed Mike was still awake, leaning against a wall with his arms folded together. "Psst!" she got his attention.
Mike took one quick look at the shutters to make sure Troy or any other guard was not around. "You get them?" he asked, merely getting a nod in response. He moved towards the end of the broken ladders with his arms spread, preparing to catch her. "Okay, jump down. I got you."
Clementine remembered not too long ago, she did not seem to trust Mie when he was grumpy in his bed, but she had enough trust in him to jump down. She landed in his arms, and he carefully set her down and headed back over to their beds.
"We best get in bed." Mike suggested. "Troy will be back any minute."
Nearby, Kenny leaned up from where he was sleeping when he noticed Clementine had returned. "Well."
Clementine remained silent for a moment as she walked over to everyone else, who was waiting for an answered, eager to know.
"Come on, Clem, don't keep us waiting." Sarah requested, sitting inside her bed with her legs crossed together.
Clementine merely smiled in response as she took out one of the radios and showed it to the ground. "Get them." she placed it back in her pocket and climbed into her bed underneath Sarah's.
"Everybody stay where you are." Kenny told them, not wanting to risk anything in their plan going wrong. "No need drawing suspicious."
Everyone present agreed and proceeded to get to sleep. Sarah lied herself down and spoke to Clementine, praising her for getting those walkie-talkies without getting spotted. "That was so cool."
"Nice going, Clementine." Pete praised, leaning down against his bed with one of his arms over his head.
"Thank you, Clem." Kenny thanked, never being more grateful to have the young girl back with him after being separated for so long.
"I told you you probably wouldn't die. Nice job." Jane praised, attempting to get comfortable on the ground since she did not have any beds unlike the rest of them.
"Thanks." Clementine simply replied.
"Yep." Jane grinned, closing her eyes. "Anyway, get some rest."
Clementine proceeded to get some rest for the night. But her eyes opened again when Kenny had mentioned a certain someone she never expected to hear him mention again. "I thought about Duck today, about his dumb little face...first things that come to mind are always the dumb things he was doing. Kid was always running in circles. Every damn place we went he's just run. Couldn't stop him..." he paused for a moment and closed his eyes, wanting to hold back tears. "...Makes it harder to remember he was a good boy...Long day tomorrow. One long day."
Once Kenny had finished speaking about his son, everyone had already fallen asleep. Hopefully once they got a radio to Luke, they could continue the rest of their plan to get out of here. They had already lost Matthew before their plan had even been set into action. They needed to get out of here and fast.
The next morning, everyone had woken up as early as they could to discuss their plan of action before it was time for them to get to work. Everyone gathered around a table with one of the radios rested down on it, discussing their next move in the plan to escape.
"All right, we're all here." Kenny declared, stating the obvious.
"Someone's got to get the radio out to Luke. What's the problem?" Rebecca inquired.
"We should probably figure out who's doing what before we-" Kenny was cut off when the security shutters had opened. He quickly picked up the radio and hid it behind his back while he watched Tavia and one of Carver's men Hank had entered.
"Time to get up." Tavia declared, marching inside with her AK-47 holstered. "Daylight's burning. They let you sleep in, all things considered."
"Yeah, where's my dad?" Sarah inquired.
"He's where the rest of you are going: To work." Tavia answered in a somewhat harsh tone. "Rebecca, Pete, Nick, Sarah, Jane...If you got to take a piss, do it now. The next break won't be for a while. The dog is going with them. Troy will be coming up for the rest of you."
"Why is Sam going?" Clementine inquired.
"That's not your concern. Does that dog need a leash?" Tavia asked, turning towards Hank whom had a leash ready for Sam if he did not follow them like they ordered. "Hank, get the dog."
Clementine knelt down to Sam for a moment and softly stroked his head, knowing he did not like to be away from her for too long. "Boy, go with the rest of them. And behave, okay?"
Sam rubbed his head against Clementine's should, whimpering slightly.
Hank marched into the room over towards Sam and knelt down to him, attaching the leash to his collar. He watched as Sam was growling at him slightly, but Clementine soon calmed him down before he did anything regrettable.
With Sam and the others, Hank led everyone out of the yard to take them for their jobs for the day. Deep down, Clementine hoped that she would see Sam again and that he did not try to attack them.
"Why just them?" Kenny asked.
"Like I said...Troy's coming for the rest of you." Tavia repeated, turning around and walking out of the yard.
Hank closed the security shutters and left the remaining group alone. The second they were alone again, Kenny quickly got back to the previous subject, and he would have to move fast before Troy arrived. "All right, look. If we're going to do something, we have to do it NOW, and if Luke's all we got, then we pair up with him."
"I can do it." Mike assured. "Where's the meeting?"
Although Kenny did have some trust in Mike, he got the feeling that maybe they should send the young girl with them. "Mike."
"Yeah?" he replied, folding his arms together.
"Clementine should do it." Kenny suggested.
"Are you fucking kidding?" Mike asked, shocked that he would be willing to send a little girl to risk doing something so dangerous. He and the others turned towards the shutters when they heard what sounded like metal banging against the ground. Nevertheless, he got back to the previous subject. "No offence, but-come on, that's crazy, she's a kid. Why would-"
"There are a million reasons." Kenny interrupted, placing his hands upon both his hips. "She knows Luke, she can hide, and she got the damn radio for us in the first place..."
"Who cares?!" Mike asked.
"And I'm sorry Mike, but I don't know you from fucking Adam, all right?" Kenny explained, but his words were not enough to convince Mike. "And if I'm trusting someone to do something this important, I'm trusting her."
"You don't trust me to get a radio to someone?" Mike asked.
Clementine did not really have any say in this; she did agree that her getting the radio to Luke was the best thing to do right now. After all, no-one suspects the kid to be the threat. "Kenny's right, I should take it."
"Don't do something stupid just to get some respect." Mike told her while unfolding his arms, but deep down, he was concerned for her safety, especially in a place like this. Heck, in here was almost as bad as being out there with the walkers.
"She doesn't need your respect." Kenny replied
"Give me the radio." Mike demanded.
Before they could discuss or argue further on who should take the radio, the security shutters had opened again. Kenny quickly hid the radio behind his back again as Troy came marching in with his Ak-47 holstered. "All right little chickens, let's get to pecking."
"All right." Mike obeyed.
Clementine was too busy keeping an eye on the radio behind Kenny's back, knowing if he saw it, then trouble would soon follow.
"And don't think today's going to be like yesterday. No way. No shenanigans." Troy told them, referring to the previous day when Kenny and Mike had gotten into a fight with each other that caused them to be distracted and allow walkers to break in. "This rooster's going to be surveilling your ass every second of the day, you hear? Got that?" he told Clementine, startling her slightly. "I'm afraid I need an answer, girl."
"Yes sir." she answered, lowering her head for a moment.
"Come on." Troy ordered, turning back around to escort the trio with him.
Before heading out with him, Kenny had swiftly turned back towards Clementine like a ninja and began fiddling around with her coat. Troy just assumed he was acting like an idiot, but what he was unaware of is that Kenny had placed the radio into Clementine's pocket. "You have your pockets all out." he gave her a supportive smile as he pushed the radio in more to better hide it. "Going to get your tags all snapped on something."
Clementine placed both of her arms around her pockets to better hide the radio since the antenna was showing slightly. Troy merely started at Kenny whom shrugged in response, and he just assumed he was a lunatic like before. "Let's go."
Troy escorted them out of the yard and took them over towards the same area where they were working last time, and he was certain to make sure nothing went wrong this time. As he got towards the fire exit that would take them outside, he was stopped by Bonnie. "Hey. She's with me."
"Oh, shit, I almost forgot." Troy admitted.
Bonnie merely responded by shaking her head side-to-side in disappoint and folded her arms together. She noticed Clementine and Kenny looking towards each other, both looking somewhat concerned.
"Well, take her then, I don't care." Troy replied, unnecessarily whacking his AK-47 against Clementine to shove her forward.
"Wait, wait. What's going on?" Kenny inquired.
"Never mind." Troy refused to answer his question.
"Just chores of a different sort." Bonnie assured Kenny, walking away and escorting Clementine with her. "Come on, city mouse."
"Can't you cut her a break?" Kenny attempted to make an excuse for her since she had the radio in her pocket, and they all knew she had to cut it to Luke as soon as possible. ""She would really keep with us...People she knows."
"It's nothing that will hurt her." Bonnie reassured
"Okay." Clementine agreed, turning back towards Kenny to assure him that she knew what she was doing. "It's okay."
"Come on." Bonnie told Clementine, leading her through the store area while Troy had taken Kenny and Mike outside. She began speaking to her once they were alone. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right. I heard about the walker incident yesterday. And I was just thinking, if a few walkers were hard enough to deal with, then I can imagine what it's going to be like if that horde doesn't pass us." she turned towards Clementine once they had reached her workshop, noticing a worried expression across her face. "You look anxious, Clementine. Something the matter?"
Bonnie noticed two guards walking past and beckoned for Clementine to come into her workshop to talk in private. Once they were inside, Bonnie tried to figure out what the problem was. "You know you can talk to me, right? I was dishonest when I first met you, but I swear on everything holy that will never happen again. You can trust me."
Clementine, unsure if she could trust Bonnie or not. Telling her the truth would be a high chance of her telling Carver, but refusing to speak would look suspicious. Without hesitation, Clementine just came out with the first words that dropped into her mind. "I...I need to talk to Kenny."
"Do you now?" Bonnie asked, crossing her arms together. She watched as Clementine merely nodded her head in response. "I can understand you're uncomfortable...I won't force you to be around me if you don't want to. Go on back out and be with Kenny."
Clementine nodded and left her workshop while Bonnie proceeded to get to work. The second she was out, Clementine practically ran towards the fire exit to get the radio to Luke. Just as she got to the exit, she froze in her steps when she accounted one of Carver's people guarding the area. He was leaned against the wall, but stood up when seeing Clementine.
He looked around his late teens to his early twenties, his ethnicity looked to be African-American, he had short black hair, he wore a blue hoodie with blackish jeans, and like most people in Carver's community, he carried an Ak-47. "You should get doing." he suggested to Clementine. "Bill don't like idle hands."
He leaned back against the wall as Clementine passed him and exited the building via the fire exit. Once Clementine was outside, the first thing she did was take cover behind a trolley. She looked down towards the street to see Troy down there, keeping a close eye on Kenny and Mike in their working position. While has not looking, Clementine made haste to get inside the comic store, praying Troy did not see her.
"Ya'll better hurry that shit up." Troy warned, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. "I hate babysitting you assholes."
Clementine entered the comic store and called out for her friend, but she could not see him anywhere. "Luke?" there was no response from him. "Luke? It's me...Clementine. It's safe to come out."
There was still no sign of him. Was he even still here? Was there a chance he might just be sleeping?
Clementine proceeded to search the area for her friend, and was shocked to see blood stain on the floor. But it did look like it had been there for quite some time. "That looks really old. He's...Probably fine."
Clementine continued to check the rest of the area, calling out his name in a yelling whisper. "Luke! Where is he...? Luke? If you're hiding come out!" she moved behind some stacked pile of boxes, and noticed some broken-up boxes scattered across the ground, looking like they were made into a bed. "Was he sleeping here? Luke?"
Realizing he was not here, Clementine made her way back over to the exit of the comic store. A worried expression suddenly rose across his face as Troy had burst inside, and by the looks of his face, he did not look happy. "I swear to Christ you're going to regret this!"
Clementine stood only a couple of feet away, and quickly tried to make an excuse. "I was-"
Troy did not listen and punched her directly at the side of her face, knowing her a couple of feet to the side. "You ain't supposed to be out here." he grabbed Clementine by the back of her neck and dragged her out of the store and back over towards the entrance to the building. "You people been here one fucking day and already you're fucking up. Well you wait and see what happens." he tossed Clementine back over to Kenny and Mike, who were waiting by the fire exit. "MOVE."
"Hey!" Kenny snapped until he realized that Troy was still carrying his gun.
Troy aimed his weapon at them and proceeded to escort them back into the building at gunpoint. He took the trio through the building and back towards the direction towards the yard. The four of them had made it back to the yard where everyone in their group was hear and accounted for, but to their surprise, Luke was there too, and the second they saw him they knew trouble was soon to follow. He looked injured and was currently sitting on the ground while Carlos attended to him.
"Get over there." Troy ordered.
Tavia stood guard over the prisoners to make sure none of them tried anything.
Carver was amongst the many people in the yard, and he did not seem happy after finding out about their escape plan. He marched up and down the area while speaking to the group in a calm yet serious matter. "We bring you here and offered you shelter, food, and safety and how is it that we're repaid for our trust? With treachery...? With deceit...? With theft!"
"Did you know about this?" Clementine asked Kenny about Luke.
Kenny merely shook his head in response.
Carver held one of the radios Clementine had stolen into the air, knowing there was still one radio unaccounted for. "Whatever you were planning is over...It's done. You can't just run from your problems. You can't just up and leave when it gets tough..." he lowered his hand and walked over towards Rebecca. "...Because there is nowhere else you can go where it ain't." he proceeded to walk past everyone else in the ground. "Tough is all we got, now. Get that through your fucking skulls."
Carver marched back into the spot he was standing moments ago in between Tavia and Troy. "Luke here, he can't help you now...You got to help yourselves...You got to help me find the strength to forgive you. Now you can start...by telling me where the other one is. I'm going to count to three. If that radio ain't in my hand by then, we will have to make things more difficult...One...Two..."
Clementine did not anyone else to suffer from his tyranny, especially if their blood would be on her hands. She was afraid, but had to speak up. Like Carver said: "Killing one in order to save many," but that did not mean she agreed with him.
"I got-" Clementine was about to admit to her crimes, but Kenny had spoken up over her and suddenly snatched the radio out from her pocket and held it up into the air. She was surprised by this. Kenny had taken the blame for her.
"I got it right here!" Kenny declared, holding the radio up into the air for Carver to see. He watched as Carver held out his hand for the radio and proceeded to give it him back, but he was stopped by Sarita. "It's all right." he assured, marching back over towards Carver. "Sorry about that...Not sure what I was thinking."
"Three." Carver finished counting as Kenny dropped the radio into his hands.
The two started at each other for a moment. Carver kept an angry expression across his face, but as for Kenny, he first looked worried about what consequences he would face, but his expression changed into a hateful one when he assumed Carver was bluffing. "...heh. Fucker."
No-one even had the chance to blink when Carver had smacked the end of the radio against Kenny's left eye; the force was so powerful that it knocked him to the ground.
"No!" Sarita gasped.
"God." Luke agreed.
Carver's expression turned even angrier as he proceeded to beat down Kenny further to punish him for his treachery. He continued smacking the radio against the helpless Kenny causing blood to smear across his coat and face, but he did not seem to care.
"Jesus Christ! Stop!" Nick yelled.
"Stop him!" Sarita begged, about to run over and help her boyfriend, but she was held back by Carlos and Pete. "Somebody stop him! Let me go!"
"Troy, do something!" Nick demanded, but that was never going to be enough to convince Troy to stop his own leader.
"Stop!" Carlos exclaimed while he and Pete restrained her from helping Kenny.
"Sarita, calm down!" Pete ordered, trying his best not to let her slip out from his grip.
"You don't have to do this, Bill!" Nick told him, but his words did not convince Carver to stop.
"NO! STOP IT!" Sarita begged, now crying as she could not bear to watch her boyfriend suffer like this. " KENNY! KENNY!"
Clementine had her only problems as she was trying to keep Sam from attacking Carver by holding him back, tightening her grip against his collar with all her strength. The dog barked and growled at Carver, trying his best to attack him and save Kenny. It's like they say "A dog is man's best friend".
Unable to hold her grip any further, Clementine fell back and Sam practically charged towards Carver, barking viciously. Troy, whom had been watching Clementine and her dog since they had arrived back here, moved forward and kicked Sam directly in his stomach, knocking the poor dog to the ground.
"Sam!" Clementine gasped, about to assist him in a similar way Sarita was trying to help Kenny, but Luke held her back.
"You fucking little mutt!" Troy swore, aiming his rifle towards Sam whom was now lying flat on his side, groaning in agonizing pain. He closed one eye and prepared to fire, but the sounds of his leader shouting at him prevented him from firing.
"No!" Carver declined, dropping Kenny down to the ground once he finished with him, and now he proceeded to do something similar to Sam. "He's mine." Carver dropped the radio since it was now broken and marched over towards the half-conscious dog and holstered his Python out from its holster, and without hesitation, he aimed it towards Sam's head and pulled the trigger.
Everyone watched in shock as blood burst from Sam's head and he was no longer moving. Sarita had now been released from Carlos and Pete's grip, but instead of helping Kenny, she fell to her knees and burst out in tears.
Clementine herself was crying tears of sadness upon witnessing her dog's death. She did not only treat Sam was a pet, but as a friend. She continued crying as Luke comfort her with a hug, shielding her from the sight of her dead pet. "Sam...! Sam!"
"Bill!" Bonnie had entered the room and witnessed the entire events. "That's enough! Bill! Please!"
Troy had looked towards Sam for a moment with a somewhat surprised yet worried face, but he looked away and pretended nothing had even happened, not showing any care for the beating of Kenny and the death of Sam.
"Bill, there's a breach!" Bonnie warned.
Carver placed his Python back into his gun holster and shook his blood hands. He turned towards Troy before going to check out this breach Bonnie had mentioned. "Troy, drag that dog and dump it outside. I don't want it attracting anymore Lurkers."
Troy agreed and pulled the dead corpse up by its collar, not seeming to have any trouble lifting him.
"All right, everyone come with me. Bonnie, you stick around. Make sure these folks don't get into any more trouble." Carver ordered as he marched out of the yard with Troy and Tavia.
Bonnie was in complete shock to what she had just witnessed. She thought Carver was a good man for building all of this community up, but after witnessing him killing Walter, killing Matthew, beating up Alvin, beating down Kenny, and now killing Sam, that was the last straw. "Yeah...okay."
Carver stopped in his tracks and turned around to the prisoners, and some of them were now attending to Kenny. "No supper for y'all tonight. Maybe an empty stomach will give you some perspective...Then we will try this again tomorrow."
"Do your best with him, Carlos. You need to get him able to move, because we're leaving tonight." Bonnie declared, and this caused each and everyone one of them to raise shocked yet puzzled expressions to why she had decided to help them, taking a big risk for all of them. "We're leaving tonight."
...Sam the dog has been killed, ladies and gentlemen by the hands of William Carver. Now with Bonnie's help, the group all must band together as one and get out of this community tonight...The final chapter is on it's way next, ladies and gentleman. And I would like to thank all my readers so far. I would put your names down, but I am afraid I might accidently miss one of you.