Always the Quiet Ones

Chapter III: Come Fly With Me

The group reached Parker's run, to be honest, Nick had thoughts they weren't going to ever find the rest. He had those thoughts before, and it destroyed him. Made him want to kill himself.

"Son of a bitch. You found 'em!" Mike smiled, greeting the six people.

"Who's this?" Rebecca asked, her voice was hoarse. Eddie crossed his arms.

"I'm Eddie. Uh, nice to meet you." Eddie said, nodding to Rebecca. Nick spotted Kenny sitting by a statue that had text on it that read 'Forgotten, but never forsaken.' He was holding a gun in his hand, just sitting in an idle stance. Clem heard back at the ski lodge that he lost his own son. He never asked Kenny about it because who knows what would have happened. He also remembered how rude he was to Kenny when he first talked to him back at the dinner table. What happened to him? Did he change for the better? Why does he feel of use now in the group? Is it because he doesn't want to die anymore? Because he's inspired to stop being such a sob because of Uncle Pete's death?

"Hey, Sarah. How you doing sweetie?" Rebecca said, as Sarah walked over to Rebecca she stared at her blankly. Rebecca reached her arm over to her as an attempt to comfort her, but she wiggled her arm way, and stood there, staring at her.

"That's okay, sweetie. Whenever you're ready." Rebecca said, looking to the ground as Sarah walked away.

"I'm just glad everyone made it." Luke sighed in relief.

"Everyone except Sarita. How's he doing?" Clementine asked Rebecca, keeping an eye on Kenny.

"He hasn't moved from that spot in about two hours. We're all just taking a rest…" Rebecca explained, groaning.

"What's going on with you, Bec?" Nick asked, concerned.

"I'm just… I don't know. Don't worry about me." Rebecca said,

"I was thinking since you're here now, maybe you could talk to him?" Bonnie asked, crouching down to Clem, giving her a stare that said 'Please do it, nobody else wants to.'

"Alright.." Clem sighed and walked over to Kenny.

"You need to rest." Mike said to Rebecca, walking with her over to the bench. Nick kept an eye on Clem and Kenny, making sure he didn't do anything crazy. Luke told me to back off, but he didn't keep his eyes off the two of them.

"Hi, Kenny." Clem said, awkwardly. She moved her hand over to her elbow, gripping it.

"You think I don't know what y'all are whispering about over there? What's wrong with Kenny? Why's Kenny acting this way? Do you think Kenny's okay?" Kenny growled, his face about to blow up with anger.

"It's all I hear from anyone anymore." Kenny said.

"I'm just worried about you." Clem said, raising her arms a bit.

"Worried, huh? Well that's nice of you, since this was your fault in the first place." Kenny retorted.

"There was NOTHING I could do." Clem said, easing with caution.

"Seeing what happened, I would have preferred you do nothing." Kenny retorted. This wasn't exactly a surprise to her, she saw Kenny acting like this back when he lost his family. Duck, Katjaa, now Sarita. Clementine knew this wasn't her fault, but she felt guilty.

"I tried to save her!" Clementine cried. She didn't blame Kenny, he's lost so much. That's when Kenny went off, and it scared Clementine.

"You think just because you're a little girl, you can get people killed and nobody will care? Just because you're 'sorry' it'll all magically go away!? That's not how it WORKS!" Kenny yelled. That's when Nick ran over then.

"You need to calm down, Kenny. It's not her fucking fault." Nick growled, he looked to Clementine. She shook her head.

"Nick, back off, man!" Luke called to him. Nick crossed his arms as Kenny gave him a deadly stare.

"You're upset, looking for someone to blame. When I lost my Uncle Pete, that was me too! I wanted to die! But you can't blame Clementine. She tried to fucking save your girlfriend! It was the only way she could have survived! If she didn't have done what she did, she would have DIED ANYWAYS! SO FUCKING LAY OFF!" Nick realized he went to far. Kenny got up, throwing the gun to the ground. He faced Nick, and ran towards him, tackling him towards the wall.

"Kenny!" Clementine cried out, running towards the two of them.

"Oh shit! Kenny!" Mike yelled, running over there to break it up. Mike reached the two of them, but Kenny let loose of Nick for a second, and then Kenny kicked Mike in the stomach, and he fell back. Nick grabbed Kenny's arm, and he pushed him down to the ground. Mike got back up and pinned Kenny down with Nick's help. Kenny tried to kick free a few times, and he finally succeeded. Nick fell back, and Kenny broke free of Mike and punched Nick in the face about three times.

"KENNY!" Clementine yelled, cocking the gun that Kenny had before, pointing it towards him. Kenny stood in a punching position for a minute, then turned around and got up.

"Put the gun down, Clem." Kenny growled. Clementine backed up a bit, still pointing the gun at him. Kenny rolled his eyes, or in his case, eye and just walked off into his tent. Clementine lowered the gun, tears dripping from his eye.

"You alright?" Mike asked, pulling Nick up from the ground.

"Yeah, it was my own damn fault." Nick groaned, wiping his nose from blood.

"I –uh, I'm sor-" Nick began to say to Clem, but she just slapped him. She walked away, crying. Nick coughed and sighed and walked back over to the rest of the group.

"He's lost it. He can't stay here." Bonnie said to Nick.

"He's just fucking upset. That was my own damn fault." Nick replied to Bonnie, sitting down on the bench next to Rebecca. Jane, Eddie, and Luke sat on the bench, and sat there, not saying a word.

"Keep an eye on him. Me and Clem are going to go check out that Observation Deck." Jane said, walking off to where Clem headed. Nick crossed his arms as Mike and Bonnie got up.

"We're going to head to the Museum. Figured we can scout that place out." Mike said.

"Take this. You are pretty effective, unlike me." Nick said, pulling out his hammer and handing it to Mike. Mike chuckled and nodded and walked off with Bonnie.

"I think I'm going to go check on Sarah." Nick said, looking over to Sarah who was pulling her knees against her chest. He had to find someway to face her father's death. She had to pull herself together. She had to.

To be continued…