Always the Quiet Ones

Part II: No Going Back, Chapter 3: Coming To An End

Nick snored through his teeth. Kenny was so worried and distracted by Clementine's wound, and if they were even going to make it to Wellington. The group number had dropped dramatically. The only one awake was Kenny. He couldn't sleep. Not now. He was tired as hell, but that wasn't going to stop him.

"What are you doin', Boy?" Pete said to his nephew.

"I'm just checkin' out this cool fish, you see it?" The twelve-year old Nick replied. Pete walked over to him, crouching down and examining the small fish that was flopping to get back into the water.

"It's gonna go back in the ocean, son. Better pick it up or you'll lose it." Pete told him.

"Why? I don't wanna kill it. It's pretty." Nick replied.

"Well, let's get goin' then - we gotta meet your mom and Luke for dinner." Pete reminded him.

"...Uncle Pete?" Nick asked, Pete was walking away but stopped.

"Yes, Nick?" Pete asked.

"I'm sorry I almost shot you last week..." Nick apologized, referencing to the deer they had encountered in the woods. Pete smiled, walking over to him, crouching down and leaning in to give him a hug.

"It's alright, boy." Pete smiled, letting go of him and then tilting his head over to the truck they had.

Nick woke up, the side of his head was leaning against the car door - he groaned as he picked his head up looking to Kenny. He was still driving, with that angry look on his face. Kenny looked over to him.

"Something the matter?" Kenny asked.

"No. Nothing." Nick replied, leaning back in the car seat. Kenny sighed as he also leaned back, still driving the truck.

"You do know that Wellington is our only shot, right?" Kenny asked.

"It was a bad fucking plan, Kenny. You want to go there because you heard about it from people. The world is full of fucking liars." Nick replied, looking back to Clementine laying on her back in the backseat. She was alive, fortunately.

"I don't see you comin' up with a better fuckin' plan!" Kenny retorted.

"A better plan would have been to NOT COME HERE IN THE FUCKING FIRST PLACE!" Nick yelled back.

"What the fuck do you know?" Kenny asked.

"What I know!? You're seriously going to go there!? What the fuck do you know!? You're a fucking mess, just like me!" Nick fired back.

"Because of you, Luke is dead. Sarah. Jane. Bonnie. Mike. Sarita." Nick had crossed the line there, by the look from Kenny.

"I...I know." Kenny then frowned, not angrily replying - much to Nick's surprise.

"Look where we are now, Kenny. Is this our 'only fucking shot!?'" Nick yelled. Nick then looked back to Clementine who had her eyes open, she then pulled herself up, groaning in pain of the gunshot wound.

"Hey - uh, you're awake." Nick sighed in relief.

"Clem, thank god!" Kenny smiled.

"Kenny, I'm-" Nick wanted to apologize, but he was interrupted when Kenny slowly stopped the truck almost hitting a roadblock of vehicles.

"Let's just go around." Nick suggested.

"One of 'em might have diesel." Kenny said.

"Kenny, I'll come with you..." Clementine said.

"No, darlin'. You stay here and make sure AJ's alright, huh?" Kenny nodded to her, getting out of the truck and walking towards the other vehicles.

"Jesus. Clem, are you alright?" Nick asked.

"I'm fine." Clementine frowned, she had heard what they were arguing about.

"Sarita's death wasn't Kenny's fault. It was mine." Clementine said.

"Goddamn it, Clem. You were trying to save her. It was Kenny's dumbass plan. We shoulda stayed in Carver's place. It was hell, but at least we were survivin'! Ever since we left... we lost everyone. It's only us three left." Nick told her.

"You can't blame him." Clementine replied.

"Like you have a say in that!? You're just a little girl." Nick retorted.

"You're just angry. Ever since Luke." Clementine said.

"Clementine, shut the fuck up." Nick growled. Clementine gasped and Nick froze for a second. He then took off his hat, tossing it on the dashboard of the car.

"Just don't- I'm sorry, just don't talk about him." Nick sighed.

"I'm sorry I asked, Nick." Clementine replied.

"Luke and I... we first met when I moved to his elementary school, we were seven years old. I didn't make a friend in that new school until three days after my first day. Luke greeted me, asked for me to be his science partner for a project we had to do. He was the only kid nice to me there, the school was a total hellhole. He was my best friend in the whole wide world. We did everything together. He used to tell me back when my daddy died. I didn't like him much, he was an asshole. But I was still sad, y'know. He told me, 'To Heaven's Gates we wish to fly out of this world, across the sky.'" Nick smiled, going down memory lane.

"I'm sorry, Nick." Clementine said with a sad expression.

"Don't ever be sorry, Clementine. I don't mean to burden you with this." Nick replied. A few gunshots were then heard.

"What the hell?" Nick looked through to windshield to find something. A bunch of walkers stumbled upon the truck.

"Ah, fuck. Hold on to the baby, I'm gettin' us outta here." Nick told Clem. Clementine nodded, moving over to the baby, picking him up from the small box they had found back at the unfinished house. She held it in her arms, clipping the seatbelt on. Nick then moved over to the drivers seat, starting the car.

"What about Kenny!?" Clementine asked. Nick ignored her, driving off, running and hitting a walker. A walker had caught onto the windshield, breaking through it and the waist of the walker was stuck, trying to reach inside and grab Nick. They had hit a tree of some sort.

"Get out, hurry!" Nick ordered, quickly getting out of the car and looking around for somewhere to go. It was too cold.

"C'mon, Clem!" Nick said, beginning to walk up the snowy hill. Clementine followed, the baby in her hands. The two of them kept walking, trying to see through the harsh snow that pushed against their faces.

"Keep goin', Clem. We're almost at the rest stop." Nick told her. Clementine felt the cold touching her shoulder, she felt like screaming in pain - but it actually felt refreshing. Clementine then was too cold, falling over to the ground. Nick gasped, the baby landing in the snow.

"Shit!" Nick reacted, picking up Clem who was too cold.

"I got you, don't worry!" Nick picked her up, holding her on his arms, he was freezing too - but he had to make it. Clementine was in Nick's arms, and the baby was in Clementine's. Nick then spotted a couple walkers.

"Shoot them, Clem!" Nick ordered.

"I can't!"Clementine replied. Nick was about to set her down for a minute then shoot, but someone had done the job for her.

"Let's go!" Kenny yelled, lowering his weapon. Nick growled at the sight of him. This was all his fault. Nick ran over to him, Kenny pushing through the rest stop door, and Nick walking inside, the baby and Clem in his hands. He set them down, Clementine leaned against the wall, with the baby in her hands. The baby weeped, and Clementine tried to calm him down, she was shivering.

"Look at this, you fucking see what this fucking did!? We lost our fucking truck - because of your fucking plan!" Nick yelled. Kenny felt anger rush through him.

"Don't fucking blame me for this!" Kenny growled.

"If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be in this goddamn situation! No wonder your family died." Nick had REALLY crossed the line. The anger intensified in Kenny, causing him to rush towards Nick, the two of them running against the wall.

"Get the fuck off!" Nick yelled, pushing off his hat, and his bandage.

"Fuck you!" Kenny retorted. Nick then grabbed his wrist, twisting it then kicking him in the stomach. Kenny groaned and fell back to the ground, Nick then came down and punched him in the face, then again. Then Kenny fired back, grabbing his arm and pushing him off, Kenny then got up, but Nick had pulled out his knife, backing up.

"Fuck you, Kenny! Everything is your fucking fault! Look at what you fucking did!" Nick charged at Kenny, pinning him down, he then gripped the knife, ready to stab him in the chest. He hesitated for a moment, Kenny shutting his eyes in fear. Nick then heard a cock of a gun, he faced Clementine who was crying, pointing a gun towards Clementine. Nick didn't want to kill Kenny, he wasn't like that.

"Do it." Nick said, dropping the knife to the ground, and she heard it clatter against the ground. Nick then raised his hands up. Kenny looked towards the knife, crawling towards the knife. Clementine spotted him when Kenny had grabbed the knife, standing up and ready to stick the knife in his back.

"Kenny!" Clementine yelled, she then fired at Kenny's hand, he yelled in pain dropping the knife and it once again clattered to the ground. Nick turned around to see Kenny laying on the ground, clenching his hand that had been shot.

"We can't do this! We're all that's left, PLEASE." Clementine began to cry again.

"She's right." Nick told Kenny, Kenny then stood up, still holding his bloody hand.

"I'm sorry, darlin'." Kenny apologized, giving a dirty look to Nick.

"We need to get movin'." Nick finally said.