Always the Quiet Ones
Part II: No Going Back
Chapter 6: The End
Four days later…
Nick, Kenny, AJ and Clem kept walking. Ever since what happened with the three men, they hadn't talked much. Clementine was scared of what Nick had done to Clay, but she knew he did it to protect her. He kind of overdid it a bit.
"Hand me a bottle." Kenny said to Nick, holding out his hand while holding AJ. Nick grabbed a milk bottle from his bag, handing it to Kenny. His face was bruised, but everything else seemed alright. Thankfully, Earl didn't hit his good eye. Nick looked back to Clem, her expression was still shock. A thing like that could have hit her pretty hard, especially how young she was.
"Clem. Clementine." Nick finally got her attention, she looked up to him.
"What?" Clem asked.
"You okay?" Nick asked.
"Yeah." Clem frowned at the grass.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Nick said, walking with her. Kenny was walking ahead of the two of them.
"I didn't want you to – I just… I lost myself for a second there. That sick son of a bitch was going to-" Nick cut himself off, shutting his eyes. Clem saw that he clenched his fist. Clay was dead, but Nick still felt like going all the way back to that mouth to stomp on that guy's corpse.
"How did he even see you?" Nick asked.
"I don't know. I guess – it's easier to see once you are actually looking to the vent." Clementine gave her thoughts.
"Maybe. So, you think this Wellington really is-" Nick was interrupted by Kenny stopping and yelling, "Holy shit!" Nick and Clem exchanged looks, then ran to what he was reacting to. It was a huge settlement with tall walls that guarded the place. Could this be Wellington?
"That's gotta be it." Kenny gasped.
"Wellington?" Nick questioned.
"What do you have to say about that now, huh?" Kenny growled.
"Well, I'll be damned." Nick smiled.
"Woah…" Clementine gasped.
"C'mon, Clem. What are we waitin' for!? Look at those walls! We can finally-!" Kenny began to rush forward, but then a warning shot was heard.
"That's far enough." A voice on the intercom played.
"Drop your weapons." The voice ordered, presumably a woman.
"Do as she says." Kenny orders, Nick rolls his eyes dropping the gun on the ground, Clem does the same.
"Got a few people coming up, nothing problematic." The woman said, walking towards the front, she was standing in a small watch tower. Clem, Nick, Kenny looked up to the woman. She had brown hair with a winter coat. She held a walkie talkie in her hands, she put it down on a small table nearby.
"Hi there, I'm Edith." Edith greeted.
"Hello. I'm Kenny, and this here is Clementine." Kenny said.
"And Nick." Nick rolled his eyes.
"Aww, who's a cute little prince? What's his name? He's gonna be a little heartbreaker when he grows up." Edith smiled.
"Alvin Jr." Kenny smiled.
"Is there someone named Christa here?" Clementine asked. Edith raised her eyebrow as she looked over to see another figure walking over to where Edith was standing, the woman was an African-American, she had a dark grey jacket, her hair was in a ponytail and had a very familiar face to Kenny and Clementine.
"Christa!?" Clementine cried.
"Clem….Clementine? Kenny?" Christa gasped.
"Oh shit." Kenny gasped. Nick felt like the odd man out at this point, he had no idea who this Christa person was.
"I can't believe it. You found Wellington! Kenny, how are you alive?" Christa asked.
"Seems like you know each other." Edith inferred. Nick crossed his arms, staying out of their conversation.
"I have no idea, honestly." Kenny smiled. He never thought he'd be happy to see Christa, the two of them didn't exactly get along that well – but it was still nice to see her. Christa climbed down the ladder, walking over to the three of them. Christa gasped looking at the baby that Kenny was holding. Clementine noticed her reaction, frowning. A tear fell from Christa's eye, and then she placed her hands over her face, beginning to sob. Kenny was confused, why was she crying so hard? Was it because she had just reunited with them, or something else?
"I had a baby." Christa finally said, sniffling was heard throughout her sentence.
"I-I-What happened to it?" Kenny asked.
"It died. It just died. Me and Clementine took care of it for a few days – then it died. I don't even know why." Christa frowned.
"I'm so sorry, Christa." Kenny sighed. Christa wanted to hold the baby, and Kenny nodded – handing the baby to Christa.
"The mother was a woman named Rebecca. She didn't survive very long after the baby was born. She was a good person. I'm sorry for your loss." Nick finally said, the woman smiled.
"Thank you." Christa frowned, holding the baby in her hands. She began to sang a lullaby, hearing the baby coo as she titled her arms back and forth.
We are NOT doing that.
Why not?
Because!
C'mon, Christa! What's wrong Omid?
I'm not calling our baby OMID, one of you is enough.
Omid The Second.
No.
Omid Junior.
No.
You got to admit, it's got a ring to it.
What if it's a girl?
Then we name her Christa.
But I'm Christa. I don't wanna call her Christa, that's just confusing.
Then name her Genevive. I don't care.
How can you not care?
You're not taking this seriously.
I take everything seriously, especially little Omid's future.
"Omid wanted me to name him Omid Jr. if he was a boy, and he was. Omid was killed before meeting his own son." Christa sighed. Clementine frowned at the mention of Omid.
"Omid's death was my fault." Clementine frowned.
"What? No! Why would you even say that?" Christa questioned.
"I left my gun on the sink, that one girl came in – took it and shot Omid." Clementine explained.
You're just a little fish. You gonna cry, little fish? This your daddy? What a bozo.
Omid gasped as the bullet entered his chest, he fell to his knees, then fell to the ground. Clementine weeped, and the teenager with the gun looked down at what she did, Christa then barged into the restroom, looking at Omid's dead body.
I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to-
Christa shot the teenager in the stomach with her rifle, she fell against the wall groaning as she slid down from the wall.
Oh my god, Omid. Omid, can you hear me!? Omid…
Christa sobbed, then looked to the gun that was laying on the ground. She looked up to Clementine.
"How I acted towards you once Omid died. It was unfair. It wasn't your fault, I'm sorry with how I acted." Christa sighed.
That teenager took your gun, Clementine. And guess what she did with it? She killed Omid. If you hadn't left your gun out there, Omid would be alive. His death is your fault. YOUR FAULT.
"I shouldn't have blamed you. You don't know how many times I felt horrible about what I said to you, after Lee. After Omid. After those bandits attacked me, injured me – I felt horrible about everything." Christa frowned, Clementine spotted a small stab wound to her leg. It was bandaged, that was from when Clementine and Christa were attacked by those bandits.
"I got away from them, fortunately." Christa said.
"Christa, how long have you been here?" Clementine asked.
"About a week. The bad thing is – they aren't letting anyone new in here. They'll listen to me, they'll get you in – I promise. All of you." Christa said, looking to Nick as well. Christa climbed up the ladder, facing a woman with long black hair, a white coat. Another woman who looked familiar to Kenny and Clementine.
"Oh god no." Kenny muttered under his breath. The woman with long black hair faced Kenny and Clementine.
"Let them in." The woman said, immediately walking out of the way.
"Was that – What…" Clementine stuttered.
"Clementine, that was Lilly." Kenny gasped.
"She didn't recognize us, did she?" Clementine asked.
"I don't even know." Kenny shrugged.
"Welcome to Wellington." Edith smiled, opening the doors to Wellington, the four of them walking in – AJ still in Christa's hand.
That's the end! Nick survives Season 2! Yaaaaay! And Christa and Lilly, whaaat!? Well, anyways – I've been thinking of making like Always the Quiet Ones, Season 2- if you guys want it – leave it in the comments. It'd be cool to come up with original things.