"Fuck!" Kenny yelled in frustration as he trekked on in the chilly night, the other survivors following behind him.
"Hey! Keep your voice down!" Luke yelled in reply. The group was tired from walking all day, and they were beginning to get restless. They still had quite a ways to go until they got to the civil war site, and they still hadn't seen any sight of Sarah at all.
Kenny scoffed, "Sorry pretty boy." Luke sighed and ran a hand through his brown locks of hair, but didn't say anything in reply. Even though he didn't really like Kenny, and they didn't get along, he didn't want to start a fight. At least not now, they were in a dire situation, and they weren't really thinking straight. "I can't see shit." Kenny muttered under his breath, interrupting Luke's thoughts. "How the hell are we gonna get to the civil war site if we can't see two fucking feet in front of us?" He questioned.
"Maybe we should just make camp." Nick suggested, "Just until day time." He added with a shrug.
"Yeah! Let's make camp." Kenny replied sarcastically. "So we can get eat up by fucking walkers."
"Hey!" Mike yelled, attempting to break up the fight.
"Camping is the best idea we've got right now." Rebecca chimed in.
"Yeah, plus I don't see you coming up with any ideas." Luke said to Kenny.
"Alright, fine." Kenny gave in. "We'll camp." He said and plopped down on the hard ground. His mind was not in a very good place at the moment. Given the current situation, he was doing the best he could, and it was hard. It reminded him of those days at the motor inn with Lee. He was worried about Sarita, and if she was okay. Was she even alive? And he was also worried about Clementine. Sure, the little girl could fend for herself if need be, but he just got her back, and he didn't want to lose her so soon again. And believe it or not, he was also worried about that little girl Sarah. He couldn't believe that she just ran off like that.
"Luke and I will go get some fire wood and stuff." Nick said, and he and Luke went off in a direction of the woods to gather some stuff.
"How you holding up Kenny?" Rebecca asked, breaking the silence between the group. Bonnie and Mike were in their own little conversation, but Kenny just looked awful. His eye was still bandaged up too, and without Carlos, they didn't have a doctor to tell if it was getting better or worse.
"I feel like shit." Kenny answered honestly.
Rebecca sighed, "Me too... I just can't stop thinking about Alvin. About me bringing a baby into this world without him." She said and shook her head. Kenny listened to her vent, because he had nothing else to do, and he truly felt bad for the pregnant woman. They sat there and talked for a little bit, until Luke and Nick came back with tons of sticks and twigs for the fire. Luke arranged them in a neat little pile.
"Here, I've got some matches." Bonnie said, reaching into her pocket and throwing the matches to Luke.
"Thanks Bonnie." He replied with a smile. He then lit a match, igniting the wood, and creating a small fire in the process. It illuminated the area around them, and provided some much needed warmth. Everybody was really tired from the days events, and they wanted nothing more than to just lay down and get some rest. After all, if they were going to get to the civil war site tomorrow, then they needed to conserve their energy as much as possible. The group decided it was safe to get some sleep, so they did.
In the morning, Clementine was the first one to wake up. The morning air was brisk, and her body was so stiff from sleeping on the stupid ground. She sat up slowly, her golden eyes spotting the hot coals of what remained of she and Jane's fire. Stretching her muscles, she also came in eye contact with Jane, who by the looks of it, was still sleeping. She was afraid to look over at Sarita; scared of what she might see. Would she be alive? Dead? A walker? Facing her fears she then turned her head over to the foreign woman who looked to be sleeping. Clementine couldn't be sure if she was dead or not, so she got up to examine Sarita.
She walked over carefully, not wanting to wake Jane up, but also because she was scared. Sarita was her friend, and Clem didn't want to lose another person, not after she didn't even get to spend that much time with her. "Sarita?" Clementine questioned and reached out slowly to touch the older woman's shoulder. Nothing. No movement at all. It was then Clem realized that Sarita wasn't breathing, and she had died in her sleep. Realization set in, and the little girl's breath hitched in her throat. No, this wasn't happening. She backed up quickly, getting away from her friend before she had time to turn. "Jane!" Clementine said, shaking the other girl awake.
"What is it kid?" Jane asked groggily, sitting up slowly.
"Sarita's dead... And she's gonna turn." Clem deadpanned. And Clementine knew that you had to destroy the brain somehow if you didn't want someone to turn when they died. She knew that because of Lee. "We have to shoot her." Her voice was quiet, as if she was realizing the severity of the moment.
"Can you do it?" Jane asked, and Clementine hesitated for a moment, but she knew she was strong, she could do anything if she wanted to.
"I think so." She said with a nod.
"Here you go..." Jane replied and gave Clem her pistol. She took it in her small hands, getting used to that familiar feel of using a gun again. She walked slowly back over to Sarita, but also kept her distance. Why did the crappiest things always happen to the nicest people? Clementine would never know the answer to that as she pulled the gun up, aiming it at Sarita's skull.
"I'm sorry Sarita." Clem mumbled, before pulling the trigger, shooting Sarita in the head. It felt like she had done this one too many times, and her hands felt like they were on fire at the moment. She wanted to cry, because this situation made her think about Lee, and then she began to think about Sarah... It seemed as though everything was falling apart.
"You alright?" Jane asked, breaking the silence.
"I need a minute." Clementine replied.