Time to answer them reviews!
Rebloxic: Well good, I was hoping that I didn't screw up your OC or anything lol
Guest: Thank you sir/ma'am! It's always worth it to know that you guys are enjoying this thing so much!
Clemmyclue19: Lol yes – the first step is admitting you have a problem… at least I think that's what it is. And we're not out of the woods yet!
LordSkarlet: We're nearing the finale of this pretty soon, so expect things to get pretty cray-cray coming up :D
EmilyRose727: Lmao yeah, I'm not so sure their kid would turn out that great either :P They'd be a raging alcoholic by the time they turned four…
VictoriaSW: Cool, thanks for that – I was starting to worry about whether I was screwing up Ellie's character or not. She'd be different at a younger age obviously, but I just wasn't sure.
Two things before we get started here – first off, the ending's going to be coming pretty soon, and I'm debating on creating a sequel or not for this. I'm thinking that it'd most likely take place about eight years in the future or something like that, but would you guys be interested in seeing it? Lemme know!
Secondly, this chapter's going to be kind of long, so I'm gonna bold the POV's so that it doesn't get too confusing for you guys. Anyway, that's it.
Jane's POV
"Highway's gonna be jammed up tight," Tommy remarks from the back seat, causing me to look towards him in the rear-view mirror. "There'll be abandoned cars blocking the roads, and if we try walking it'll take too long. Not to mention everything that could sneak up on us. Best to go around."
Looking to Lilly for some confirmation, she simply shrugs her shoulders and tells me that we might as well do as he suggested. Gee, thanks for the help, Lilly…
"I take it you used to live around here before?" I comment, turning the wheel around so that it can take us to the back roads. Lilly rolls down the window and points to the direction we're going so that Derek and the lot of them aren't confused.
Nodding, the man gives a one-over at Bryce to make sure that he's still behaving like a good little boy. Once he's ensured that he's asleep, Tommy stares out the window as rows of trees roll by.
"Yep, sure did. I grew up in Austin with my family some miles in the other direction. It was beautiful once," he recalls absent-mindedly; frowning as if he's reliving some horrible memory that he wants to conceal.
"What happened to it?" Lilly asks while flipping through the car radio dials, even though there's really no point anymore. "I'm guessing that it got overrun like everywhere else?"
"More or less, yeah," he nods as he looks back towards us. "For a while, the military was keeping the city under martial law, and everyone thought that it was only temporary; that everything would get sorted out and they'd be able to go back to their homes. After about a year of putting up with that bullshit, some of us tried to get out – Austin was on permanent lockdown from the outside world at the time."
Making sure not to drive over a pothole, I swerve the car back into the middle of the road and sigh as a walker tries to get at us. We speed right past him and move forward.
"The people there were assholes; dictators with huge sticks up their asses, but nobody would be able to touch them with all the weapons they had. They thought that just because they could shoot us to kingdom come that they had the authority to rule over us," he explains with a salty taste in his mouth, scrunching up his face with anger. "That's when people started turning on each other – for food, supplies, some twisted enjoyment, it didn't matter. That place was a living hell."
"Well, it's not really much better out here either," I remind him, speeding along at about seventy miles an hour.
For the short period of time that we've actually been on the road, I've got to say that it's been pretty dull. Lilly's constantly trying to strike up a conversation (which I really didn't expect considering it's her) in order to stop it from being so quiet in here. Usually it's just been between me and her, but this is the first that I've heard Tommy say a damn word all day. I was starting to think he was mute or something.
"I guess it's just more pronounced in the cities," Tommy shrugs, probably not used to being out in the countryside like the rest of us. "My brother and I tried to make it out at one point, but he…"
When the man suddenly stops speaking, there's only one thing that I can assume happened to this mysterious brother of his – the same shit that happens to everyone. Under normal circumstances, I probably wouldn't push it… but the way he trailed off…
It's almost as if he wants to tell us, but can't force himself to do it. Maybe I ought to help squeeze the truth out a little bit – I've found it's better to just talk to someone about it rather than bottling it all up.
Clementine taught me that once…
"Is he, umm… well…" I mutter, trying my best not to offend him or anything.
To my surprise, he shrugs his shoulders again before checking in on our tour guide to make sure he hasn't tried to pull a gun out or anything.
"Depends on your definition of dead," he states simply, dropping the conversation as I wonder what that could possibly mean.
….
Jesus… no wonder people always used to take the highway if they wanted to get from Dallas to Houston! This is literally taking forever!
Now don't get me wrong – I like being with people that I don't just want to strangle all the time. But sitting in this car for over four hours without stopping is making my legs cramp up, and Lilly's asleep so I can't exactly convince her to drive. A cranky Lilly is never a good thing to have, believe me.
Thankfully, with only a few abandoned cars sitting about and not having to worry about pedestrians, I've been able to drive with one hand while resting my other arm beside the window. There's still a fairly large crack on the front windshield from Lilly and I jumping down to scare the shit out of Bryce the other day, but I can see perfectly fine.
Trouble is, I'm really struggling to keep my eyes open. Every now and again they'll droop down, at least until I remember what I'm doing and snap myself back awake. Unfortunately, this is happening a lot more frequently and… yawn… ugh, it's happening again…
Maybe just a little nap wouldn't… hurt… Zzzz…
…
…zzz…
BAM!
"OH SHIT!" I curse, alerting everyone in the car as I slam on the brakes and bang my head off the back of the headrest. Cringing, I rub the back of my skull as I hear the buzzer go off on the radio attached to Lilly's pants.
"Bzzt… We've stopped, what's going on?"
"Give it here," I tell her, snatching the radio as I look out the back window. "Nothing, just fell asleep at the wheel for a sec and hit something, I think."
There's blood smattered all over the windshield now, and I carefully open the front door to hop out onto the dirt road. Placing one hand on the truck, I bend down to inspect the damages.
Road kill – by the looks of it, this thing is (was, I suppose) some kind of possum. Shuddering as I look upon its deceased corpse, I step back into the car but leave the door open to get some air in here. Thank god that animals don't come back to life, too…
Hearing a big sigh on the other end of the line, I see Derek step out of the truck along with everyone else, including the vehicle behind him, so I run my hands through my short hair and get ready for a good tongue lashing.
Fortunately for me, it doesn't come.
"Might as well take a break," Derek suggests while rolling his arms back to stretch. "They can't exactly pack this place up and leave."
The lights go on in the back as Tommy and Bryce hope out as well, but Lorna immediately gives us a look that tells us to restrain the guy. Rolling my eyes, I pop open the trunk and take out a big roll of duct tape; not having any rope to tie him with now.
"Sorry about this…" I mutter, wrapping his arms securely behind his back.
Scoffing, Bryce shakes his head as he lifelessly stares at the ground. It's kind of sad how he's not even bothering to resist at this point – all the fight's gone within him.
"No you're not," he replies quietly, making me feel ten times worse. "Not yet…"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demand, though not raising my voice as to not draw too much attention to ourselves. No use in getting him beaten up again. I force him to sit on a nearby rock, bending down and tilting his chin up to get a better look at the guy. "What do you mean not yet? What, are you gonna try killing one of us?"
"Yeah, because that worked out so well the last time…" he replies sarcastically, giving me a small glare. "Do you people even have a clue where we are right now? Could you even begin to take a guess?"
Glancing about, the only things that I really notice are the trees, lots of hilly grasslands, the dirt road and some wild flowers up on the hill. That's where Lilly and Tommy are right now actually.
"Unless the shrubs are going to grow legs and attack me," I suggest, wearing a doubtful smirk, "I'd say we're pretty safe here, bub."
"Mind your surroundings, Jane. This is raider territory – Hunter territory, to be exact."
"Oh, is that what they're calling themselves now?" I chuckle, shaking my head as I sit back on the dirt. I suppose that somebody's got to watch him for now. "And here I thought that bandits were just a bunch of assholes with guns. Now they're still assholes with guns, but they've got NAMES now too!"
Uncorking my water bottle, I take a swig of it before closing it up again; returning my gaze to Tommy and Lilly. The two of them seem to be having a good time up there, but as much as I love seeing my girl having fun instead of being miserable all the time… I kind of wish that it was with me.
Bryce looks over with a blank expression – not seemingly that interested in what's going on, but silently asking me what I think of those two being around each other. Choosing to turn the other cheek, I offer the water bottle out to Bryce.
"Why?" he simply asks, looking at me as if I've poisoned it or something – he did just see me drink out of it, didn't he?
"What, do you think I've got cooties or something?" I mock, encouraging him as I hold it closer to his face. "Go on, have a sip. Consider it a sort of peace offering."
"Hmph… we're way past the "peaceful" stage."
"It's gonna get even hotter out eventually," I remind him, watching as he caves and slowly nods his head. Tilting the bottle back and letting it run down his dry mouth, Bryce mumbles in approval as he swallows the liquid and sits back to where he was before.
Now, I'm sure that you find this all very exciting and whatnot, but this entire time I've been thinking and trying to picture in my head what this place is gonna be like. Will it just be a shit-show like everywhere else, or will this place finally be somewhere that we could stay for the long haul? I'm not talking just a few months at a time here anymore, I mean actually live here for years to come. At some point, we've gotta settle down and have a place that we can actually call home. Before arriving at Howe's, I was almost convinced that it couldn't be done – that nowhere in this world was safe and that we were all gonna die sooner rather than later.
Then I met Clementine, and my feelings started to change. It was slow at first, but something told me that this wasn't just some random girl that I could brush off as another doomed kid destined for the chopping block. Sure, I may have told her that everyone's luck runs out eventually, but once I left… I had to convince myself that maybe our fates could change. What if I could make my own luck? I mean, aside from Kenny (that fucker) and maybe one or two others, that was actually the best group I had been in for nearly a year.
But when it came back down to the two of us on our own… those same doubts crept back. How was a lunatic like me, an eleven year old girl and a baby going to survive? And even if we did, for how long? Sure, we were smart, but plenty of smart people have still gotten eaten. The walkers don't judge – they just eat and move on.
Sure, AJ may not have made it in the end (which, as bad as it sounds, probably would've and could've happened in a million different scenarios), but Clem, Lilly and I kept going. If the fact that we made across a good chunk of the States as well as parts of Mexico and back isn't a sign that we can make it out in this world, then I don't know what is.
I just need to keep making my own luck…
"I'll swap with ya, Miss Jane," a voice interrupts my train of thought, and I scowl in suspicion as the Boston lady, Lorna, magically appears beside me. She's got a piece of grass hanging out of her mouth (probably trying to fit the part of a country woman or something, I don't know), and a small smirk on her face. That black biker jacket is getting pretty dusty on her, and I'm pretty sure the purple jeans have morphed into her legs with how much she wears them. "You go on and watch your girlfriend flirt with the cute guy up in the fields. Don't worry – I'm sure that flustered look on ya face is just my imagination."
"Fuck off," I tell her emotionlessly; practically spewing out a swear word as if it's just like breathing. It pretty much is at this point. For good measure, as well, I give her the finger as I tiredly rub my eyes together. "How'd you know we were together, anyway?"
"Please, kiddo, it was ridiculously obvious! You two lovebirds practically had bright, neon signs above your heads!"
"What's your angle here?" I suddenly question, standing up to meet her height face to face. "You're the camp's second, so what now? Are you just gonna gun Derek down and claim the leadership for yourself?"
"I love dat man!"
"Ha! Dat's a load of bullshit and we both know it," I chuckle mirthlessly, making fun of her ridiculously funny accent. It's like she's permanently stuck in the 50s or something. "I should fucking expose you right now…"
"It's your word against mine, sugar," she shrugs, patting me on the shoulder. "Let's do a little reality check 'ere, shall we? I'm Derek's girlfriend – G.I.R.L.F.R.I.N.D. As in, we're together and tell each other everything. Get dat? He knows all about me, and he knows fully well dat I want to lead at some point. I could just as easily get you and Lils over there shot dead with what I know. So if I was you, I'd keep my yapper closed and hope to sweet baby Jesus that I don't spill the beans."
Knowing fully well that Bryce is also listening in on our conversation, I clench my fists but hold my tongue as I simply glare at the woman.
"Good girl," she smirks cockily, and before I can leave she snatches my wrist in a tight grip. "One more thing, lady… I'm droppin' that favour that I asked of y'all."
I think that I might need to clean my ears out, because I could've sworn that I just heard that she no longer wants a favour. Seriously? What the hell? I would've totally milked this for everything that it's worth, especially with the knowledge that could potentially destroy me…
Unless…
"Consider it a long-term investment," she quickly remarks before shooing me away. "Don't make me regret this, you hear? I ain't normally this generous."
Walking away, a small grin reaches my face as I realize it – Lorna finally realizes how dangerous I can be. I thought for certain that she'd want to get rid of anyone standing in her way of getting to the top, but she knows that gunning the both of us down would not only paint her badly, but also end up killing her in the process. This camp is a lot smaller than it once was, and things are noticed a lot more easily now.
If she had realized this earlier, then Lorna probably would've tried to kill us right after that whole fiasco with Henry. She missed her chance at the perfect kill.
Now that right there is gonna help me sleep a little bit easier.
Breathing deeply, I casually stroll up the hill towards where Tommy and Lilly are still talking – hopefully it's completely platonic and friendly.
…
Clem's POV
"Okay… you're okay, you can do this…" I whisper to myself, breathing deeply as I look around at the room full of people. There's got to be at least thirty in here, but to me it seems like there are way more – that's probably just the nerves talking, though. Bo's standing beside me with his hands behind his back, and I really want to kill him right now. WHY WON'T HE SAY ANYTHING?!
"Umm… hi," I wave meekly, suddenly feeling a lot less confident than I was before I got downstairs. It's one thing to try and help a couple of young kids, but it's entirely different to try and teach something to a room full of strangers. I don't know how teachers could do this stuff every day. "Uhh… well, today we're gonna show you how to use… use guns…"
"Tell them your name," Bo whispers to me, looking as though he's thoroughly enjoying the torment he's forcing me through.
"Oh, right… M-my name's Clementine…"
"Speak up, darling!" an older lady suddenly shouts, startling me as I see her holding her hand up. "My ears aren't exactly what they used to be, dearie!"
Nodding feverishly, I start to get the jitters as I stare at a sea of humans. Included are some dead guys from my imagination, but those aren't even bugging me right now with how nervous I've gotten. Even Riley and Ellie look as though they're feeling bad for me, as they watch from the back of the room.
Suddenly, though, after feeling Bo's encouraging hand upon my shoulder, I look up and see that he believes in me. He wouldn't have given me that whole pep talk about being a leader if he didn't think I could do it, and the jitterbugs in my stomach start to dissipate. Kind of.
"Clem here can shoot with the best of them – I've seen it," he praises, causing me to lower my gaze in embarrassment. "She's helped me up on the roof with defending this place, and the way I heard it, she saved the two new young ones from getting attacked out in the street."
"Actually, they saved me," I smile, waving at Ellie and Riley as they swing their legs back and forth from their spot on the worktable.
Bo, seeming impressed, nods and gives the two of them a big thumbs up in appreciation. Ellie's face goes as red as her hair as Riley tries to ignore the glances of basically everyone.
I've gotta say, they're pretty freaking cute when they want to be.
"So anyways," Bo gets back on track, "Clementine's gonna lead the instruction on proper gun training – mostly the basics like hand positions, how to correctly fire and reload, where to aim, etc."
"I'll take half of you on the left," I say, feeling a little bit more comfortable with a smaller group. Bo's in charge on the right. "Okay, umm… can you guys get in a line in front of me? We don't have a ton of bullets, so you'll get about three shots each."
"Mind if I go first then? Just to get it out of the way?"
Inwardly groaning but outwardly remaining neutral, I silently nod as James steps up beside me; ready but not really wanting to do this. I forgot how uncomfortable he was around guns.
Grabbing the pistol off of the chair, I hand the device to him as I slowly start to explain what to do.
"Use your better hand to pull the trigger," I tell him, watching as he correctly places his hands on the weapon. "Reload by pulling that slot back, don't lock your elbows, let out a breath as you fire."
BAM! BAM!
Angrily grabbing the pistol out of his hands, I try to keep my cool as I glare up at the doctor. I don't care that he nailed both targets, he can't just go off firing guns like that!
"What the hell?!" I demand, reloading the gun as I put two fresh bullets into the weapon. "I didn't say you could shoot yet! Why didn't you wait?! You could've hurt someone!"
"I've done this before," he explains simply, gesturing to the rest of the room to silently tell me to cool my jets. Taking a deep breath, I grind my teeth together and try not to have a total meltdown.
Can you believe that I still have like fourteen more people to go after this?!
"If you know how to shoot a gun," I state, still cross with him even after that talk with Debbie, "then why are you here? Shouldn't you be working on your experiments or something?"
"I came to support you, actually," he sighs, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "It took a little bit of convincing, of course, but… I didn't want us to be on thin ice with each other forever. Having someone be constantly angry at you isn't fun, let me tell you."
"…ugh, fine, whatever… Good shot, just wait for me next time," I tell him, making him go wait at the back as I usher the next person forward. I think dealing with all of this shit is giving me a headache.
Regardless, it's gotta get done.
"Okay… yep, you've got it," I grin, trying to seem less angry than I was before. "So, always remember – it's just a thing…"
…
As the lines finally shorten and the last person working with me shoots a handful of bullets, I breathe out a sigh of relief. Although there's definitely some room for improvement, and Bo having to drill it into their heads that these are just trash bins, not walkers, I think that actually went pretty well. Nobody got shot (though I came pretty close when one of the grandpas got a little trigger-happy), and I get the feeling that most people are gonna feel a little bit safer from now on.
Not too shabby for my first real crack at this leadership thing!
"Awesome job, guys! I can already see some improvements!" Bo acknowledges, causing a bunch of people to roll their eyes at him.
"Well, I should hope so," one woman says, causing me to chuckle. "We barely knew what a gun was before all of this!"
"Yeah, but now you're more familiar and comfortable around them, aren't you?" Bo questions, causing her to nod in acceptance. "That was the whole point of this exercise – get you used to them so that you don't need to be as afraid. The world out there's not a safe place to be, and that's exactly why we need to protect ourselves. What if a group of bandits decide to come raiding our home again?"
They'd get pumped full of chemical shit, I think to myself bitterly, looking pointedly at James as he tries to focus his attention on Bo. I hope he at least feels bad about what he's doing, and hopefully he'll stop it as soon as possible.
"Anyway, if you want to keep practicing down here on your own time, feel free. Just remember to have someone down here with you – you never know what could creep up on you," Bo advises, dismissing the crowd as he starts to collect the weapons.
Bringing the two pistols I used over to him, I make sure that the safeties are turned on before handing them over.
"Well, that went pretty well, didn't it?" he smirks; rubbing my head like Reggie awkwardly did back at Howe's. Bo doesn't really seem to care though. "See? I told you that you could do this stuff. No problem."
"They still treat me like a kid," I point out, not really bothered by it that much because it technically is true. Still though, it's disheartening to see that people don't usually take me seriously – Bo's the rare exception.
"You did great out there," he reaffirms, shaking his head as he zips the bag up and prepares to head upstairs. "Don't let that stuff bother you – these folks didn't trust me at first either, and I'm a hell of a lot older than you. Just give 'em some time."
"If you say so," I shrug, not really convinced at this point.
Deciding that it'd be best just to leave the trash bins where they are (as they're already full of holes), Bo and I turn to leave this damp, dreary basement level.
Only to nearly run into the little redhead and her cheerful companion.
"Can, umm… can we try?" Riley asks, looking over at Ellie as she nods. Bo looks shocked that they'd even have the guts to ask this. "We wanna be tough like you!"
Damn… should've figured this was coming at some point or another. Are you happy now, Lee? You trained me, and now I'm supposed to train these little rascals? Is that what this is?
"Sure is, sweet pea," he answers, causing me to start re-evaluating my sanity. I can't be this crazy, can I?
Ugh… I guess that I am, as I pull a pistol out from my back pocket and hold it in my hands. Bo's not impressed.
"I know what I said about how your age didn't matter," he remarks, eyeing the weapon as he sizes up the little girls, "but I'm pretty sure there's a limit."
"I started when I was nine," I shrug, not really seeing the harm if either he or I are here watching them. "Might as well start early, right?"
"Please, mister?" Riley begs, puffing out her bottom lip like a master. She's conquered the art of the puppy dog look – the both of them, I can tell.
Sniff… I'm so proud!
Even though I can see that he's still unconvinced, Bo relents as he holds his hands up in front of him.
"If this goes south, it's on you," he points out as I grin and the girls shout in excitement and anticipation. They probably think that this is the coolest thing they've ever gotten to do.
But, first things first – we need to lay out some ground rules.
"Ellie, Riley," I tell them firmly, looking at them with a serious face, "this isn't a toy, understand? These can be more dangerous than that switchblade I gave you. Do you still have that, by the way?"
"Yeppers!" Ellie exclaims, pulling the object out and flicking it open proudly. "I know how it works now!"
"I know you do," I nod, remembering how she saved my butt back in that apartment room. "But this is different – bullets are a lot faster, and they can go off if you're not using it properly. You always have to be careful around them, and just remember – only use it if you're trying to hurt someone."
Both of their faces fall as the excitement starts to disappear; looking down steadily. I'm such a buzzkill sometimes, I swear… Probably got that from Lilly…
"I don't want to do that…" Riley shakes her head.
"Yeah," Ellie nods in agreement, "I don't wanna hurt anyone…"
Without even thinking about it, I set Riley up to go first; adjusting her arms, aim and everything else as Bo watches from a safe distance away. I don't even realize what I'm saying, because right now I'm far too distracted.
I'm distracted because it's no longer Riley and I shooting guns… it's Sarah and I. I'm back in the cabin up in her room; showing her the correct posture and repeating all of the things that Lee had taught me. I can't get this scenario out of my head – Riley's grown a little bit taller than me, has red-rimmed glasses and has sported a baby-blue jacket and jeans.
"I thought it'd be heavier," she says, cocking her head to the side as she looks out the window. "Hmm… what should I shoot?"
I stare wide-eyed at her; not bothering to duck as the gun comes my way. I'm far too mesmerized into what's happening to care about my safety or not.
How the hell is she still alive?
"I… I left you…" I whisper, unable to believe what I'm witnessing right now. "In the trailer park… we couldn't get you to move…"
"Huh? Clem, you're scaring me," Sarah says worriedly, but that worry is replaced by a tinge of happiness in an instant. "We're friends! Right?! We could be best friends!"
"Y-yeah… best friends…" I nod, slowly drifting away as I'm interrupted by Bo's voice ringing in my ears.
Shaking my head, I realize that I'm no longer in the cabin, and that Sarah doesn't even exist anymore. It's Riley with me now, along with two of my other friends, and they all seem pretty freaked out. I wouldn't blame them with the way that things have been going lately – why the hell does this keep happening?!
"Just, uhh… yeah, that's right. You've got it…" I trail off, focusing again on Riley as she takes her first shot. It's not a direct hit, but it snips the side of the can, and honestly I hadn't even expected the bullet to go anywhere near the target. "Nice one! Don't worry, that shaky feeling will go away eventually."
After about five more bullets, Bo and I congratulate the young kid on a job well done. She'll be a pro in no time at this rate.
Ellie's next.
"You ready for this?" I ask, handing her the weapon as she looks at it extremely nervously. "If you're not ready, then we can try this another time. There's no pressure, Ellie."
Most likely wanting to impress and do everything that Riley does, Ellie gulps and steps up to the shooting range; gun in hand as I set her up.
"Okay… nice and easy…" I encourage, holding her ears just as Lee did for me all that time ago.
"Nice… and easy…"
BAM!
Geez, you'd think that Ellie's almost an exact clone of what I once was! She even got the squeak part down as well!
"This thing's scary!" Ellie says, frightened as she quickly hands the weapon back to me and shakes her head. "It's so loud!"
Looking over at Bo, he scratches his chin as he ponders what we can do about this. I don't want to damage her self-esteem by just leaving without helping her out, and that's when I see Bo snap his fingers as he walks back to his bag.
"Maybe she'll be more comfortable using this?" he suggests, pulling out some kind of foldable bow that I didn't know he had. Handing me the object along with four arrows, he leans back on the table with his arms folded. "It's almost silent – I'd use it for hunting trips sometimes."
Holding the thing in my hands, I examine the bowstring along with the curved handle that reminds me of those Lord of the Rings movies that my Dad used to watch.
"Bo," I point out, holding it out for him to take back, "I've got no idea how to use this thing. I've never even seen one before!"
"Might as well start early, right?"
"Don't be a dick," I chuckle while shaking my head in amusement. Using my own words against me… you're so hilarious, Bo. A real comedian.
But as Ellie takes the bow (ha! A bow from Bo!) in her hands and pulls the string back without an arrow notched in, for some reason I feel like she was born ready to use this thing. She really has no clue what she's doing, but it's probably better than what I would've been doing.
These kids are naturals – I'm sure they'll be alright.
But will I?
AN: I'm sorry this chapter keeps getting erased, there have been some technical difficulties but hopefully this won't continue to happen.