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Chapter 2 - Caught In The Act

Bonnie's POV

Once I had returned from the woods, I entered the house with a defeated sigh. Jane was holding the baby at arm's length, her eyes wide as she wailed, "It puked, it puked!" Just as vomit squirted out of the infant's mouth. I smirked light-heartedly, suppressing a chuckle before walking over, holding my arms out.

I offered, "I'll take him, you two should get some rest anyway."

Jane eagerly accepted the offer without hesitation, and I carefully scooped AJ into my arms. He made a small gurgling noise and I smiled brightly down at him, cooing. His eyes looked deeply into mine and I felt an overwhelming sense of love for the little boy. My stomach flipped as I realised this might be the last time I'd ever get to hold him.

Jane stood up, looking at me with the baby in my arms. "You sure know how to take care of it. Did you.. have any children yourself?" I felt my smile immediately falter and the other woman quickly added, "I'm sorry if you didn't want-"

I shook my head, answering calmly, "No, it's okay.." I trailed off, and felt both Clementine and Jane's eyes on me. "Don't have kids of my own, but I helped my mom raise my younger sister." The look on my face clearly made it obvious to the other two that my sister was no longer alive. Well, at least not human-alive.

"I shouldn't have brought it up." Jane muttered apologetically, and I waved her off as Clementine patted the space on the bench beside her. I settled next to her, cradling Alvin Jr in my arms. I felt the young girl lean her head against my shoulder.

Jane laid down on the floor beside the fire, taking her combat knife out of her pocket and placing it down by her side like she did every time she went to sleep. I called out to her, "Night Jane." The brunette woman's eyes closed as she mumbled a response.

"Night you two."

Clementine spoke up quietly to avoid disturbing Jane, "Hey." She smiled warmly up at me, and I smiled back although it caused me to wince slightly as I knew what I was going to do tonight would ruin our friendship for good.

"Hey Clem, how're you holding up?" She shrugged, tucking her knees into her chest tightly.

Clementine mumbled after a long pause, "Not too good. I miss Luke." I squeezed my eyes shut, nodding my head. I missed him too. I watched as AJ fidgeted in my arms, and I held him closer, rocking him gently.

"Me too, he was a good guy.." I whispered, and felt the young girl tense beside me and her eyes filled with tears. I ran a hand through her hair, calming her down. "Shh, it's okay, Clem.. It's going to be okay." Clementine wiped at her watery eyes, still leaning against me as she let out a sad sigh.

"Bad things happen to everyone, don't they?" She sniffed.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah they do, and not just to bad people. Bad things happen to good people all the time. Like to everyone we've lost so far." The eleven year old nodded, and changed the subject.

She admitted, "You know, I actually really like this jacket you got me. I never really thanked you for it so.. thanks." She admired the jacket she was wearing, a small smile on her face.

I grinned at her, chuckling, "I told you it was cute." Clem let out a quiet laugh, and I noticed Kenny storming over to the house from outside, his fists clenched tightly.

I continued to rock the baby as he drifted off to sleep, just as Kenny entered the room with a frustrated look on his face which softened slightly as he caught sight of little AJ. I asked him concerned, "What is it?" His eyes looked up from AJ, and he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair under his hat.

"Well, I've got the truck started, but it seems your pal Mike has a different agenda to the rest of us." I quirk my brow and hold my breath, hoping that he hadn't found out about what was going to happen later on.

I feigned confusion, "What do you mean by that?" Although I had a fairly good idea. The southerner leant back against the door, knuckling his forehead in irritation.

"Our plan was to head up north to the camp in Wellington like I said to you all earlier. But that son of a bitch reckons that Texas is a better idea." I sagged my shoulders, and see that Clementine is trying to block out the conversation, not wanting anyone to get into any more fights. The young girl beside me soon began to drift off to sleep and I groaned in annoyance quietly, looking up at the older man.

"Maybe Texas isn't such a bad idea." Big mistake. The look I got in return from Kenny was deathly, and I could feel the anger radiating from him already.

"You too? Why the fuck would Texas be better? We need to head north, where the walkers are slow and has a place that is safe and guarded! It's our only chance of surviving in this damned world." I began to feel slightly angry, but kept my voice down as I could hear both Jane and Clementine's soft snores.

I answer stiffly, "No offence Kenny, but that sounds too good to be true. A load of bullshit." The man narrowed his eyes but stayed silent, his breathing heavy. "We need to stick together to survive. I don't think it would be good to risk searching for it in this weather."

Kenny snapped, "I don't suppose you've got any better ideas other than Texas. Which I am not taking us to. Fuck that! We will be driving up north first thing tomorrow, whether you or him like it or not!"

I rolled my eyes, responding, "Can we just discuss this rationally tomorrow with the whole group? Let's all just get a good few hours' sleep." Kenny glared at me before giving in, and stalked off into the other room to get some rest. I glanced back down at the baby sleeping soundlessly in my arms, and I carefully placed him back into the crib filled with blankets on the other side of me. I moved Clementine's head from my shoulder, laying her down across the bench. I curled up on the other side of the bench, and looked over at the young girl.

I whispered with emotion, "I'm so sorry.." My eyes slowly drifted over to where Arvo was cuffed to the staircase rail. He caught my gaze and his eyes lit up, a delighted smile on his face as he had realised that I was going to be leaving with him and Mike in a few hours.

"Thank you, so much. We will be safe. Away from crazy man." He said, and I didn't reply, closing my eyes and willing myself to fall asleep as quickly as possible before I changed my mind about leaving.

*4 Hours Later*

I felt a hand shake my shoulder urgently, and my eyes opened groggily. I focused on Mike standing above me, who whispered, nodding his head over at where Clementine and Jane were laying, "They are both asleep, and so is Kenny. We need to be quiet and try not to draw attention to ourselves. Me and Arvo are setting up the truck, we just need you to grab the supplies and head over to us."

I nodded my head in agreement, and stood up, my arms immediately wrapping around my shivering body. Mike noticed the saddened expression on my face, and leant closer, clearing his throat quietly before pressing his rough lips against mine. I pushed him off of me straight away, disgust written all over my face. He began to stutter, "I-I shouldn't have done that, we need to go." He left the house rapidly, heading towards the truck.

I buried my head into my hands, "What the fuck!?" I hissed under my breath. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Mike was my friend, and I didn't like him any more than that and I was not remotely interested in being in a relationship. Why did everything have to be so difficult?

My gaze lowered to where Clementine was laying, and I felt a lump in my throat as I watched her sleep peacefully. I gulped and turned around quickly, my hands shaking. I had to get ahold of myself, this needed to be done. I tiptoed over to the bags of supplies, edging around Jane's sleeping form. I paused for a moment, deciding that I would only take one of the bags. I grabbed one, feeling guilty and left the other untouched, beginning to sneak towards the back door.

I glanced back at AJ for the last time, watching him sleeping soundlessly with his tiny thumb in his mouth. I felt myself tear up. How could I do this to them? I hadn't felt this bad since I had accidentally killed Dee. I shook out of my thoughts, opening the door slowly and it creaked slightly. I walked out and quickly shut the door behind me as quietly as I could. I let out a sigh, making my way over to the truck.

I watched as the two men were attempting to start-up the vehicle. The older of the two turned his attention to me, looking down at the bag full of supplies and raising an eyebrow. He frowned slightly, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he asked, "I'm sure there was another supply bag in there, why didn't you get it?" I folded my arms across my chest, and dropped the bag onto the soft snow.

I argued back, "I'm not taking it, they need to live on something."

Mike turned away from me, muttering, "Whatever." A few seconds later, Arvo let out a cry of success.

"Truck is ready, we can go now!" He exclaimed with happiness, looking up at Mike with a hopeful look on his face. Mike nodded his head, and turned back around, gesturing for me to get into the truck.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Get in, we will be leaving in a few minutes-" The sound of the door creaking open behind us caused him to freeze, and I span around to see Clementine approaching slowly with her gun raised, a look of sadness and hurt in her eyes. I felt an immediate jolt in my heart, and Mike cursed under his breath, "Clem.. shit."

Arvo raised his shotgun at the confused girl, and I snapped at him, "Don't you fucking dare." The younger man lowered the weapon slightly with narrowed eyes. Silence which only lasted seconds seemed to feel like forever.

Clementine spoke up, her hands trembling on the trigger of her pistol, "Bonnie, what are you guys doing?" I looked at the snow-covered ground, pressing my hands together.

"W-we need to get out of here. We're.. just leaving." My voice was shaking and full of guilt. The young girl tightened her grip on the pistol, an angry expression on her face as she eyed us all cautiously.

Mike looked down at her with a sad look in his eyes as he murmured, "Now keep it down, yeah?" Clementine glanced at the three of us, her eyes lingering on the truck we were surrounding.

"Where are you going?"

The taller man replied softly, "Anywhere but here." I watched as Arvo glared at Clementine, and felt anger towards him.

The girl's voice was unsure, "What do you mean by that?" Mike raised his hands as Clem pointed the gun directly at him. He began edging towards her slowly, holding his hands out to take the weapon from her. I watched in silence, too ashamed to even say anything.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're not going to hurt you, we just gotta get away from that guy, Clem. You understand right?" Mike spoke calmly, and Clementine turned her head towards the house where the others were still sleeping. She turned back, her other hand clenching into a fist.

"Who, Kenny?"

Mike swore at her loud tone, "Clem, dammit. We don't have time."

I stepped a little closer to her, and whispered softly, "J-just be a little quieter Clem, please." She didn't answer me, just stared coldly as her gun pointed steadily at us. Mike reached out to take her gun, and Clementine pleaded.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked him, the young girl backing away slightly, and my heart broke as I saw how betrayed she looked.

"He didn't give us any choice, he wasn't going to make things easier for us." I heard the Russian boy spit and mutter something in his own language. I walked towards her, my eyes meeting hers and I saw the look of hatred and disgust in them.

I stammered, "I-I'm sorry Clem, I truly, truly am." She just looked away, ignoring me but she reluctantly passed the pistol to Mike. He smiled at her gratefully, and whispered quietly.

"It's fine Clem, see? Just head back into the house and-" The loud sound of a shotgun firing interrupted him and I gasped as I watched Clementine collapse to the ground, shot in the shoulder.

I looked over at Arvo, who was holding the shotgun in his hands with an evil smirk on his face. "No!" Me and Mike both cried out in unison, and I ran over, kneeling beside her as her eyes struggled to stay open. She was losing blood, fast. Arvo span on his feet, running off into the woods. "Oh my god, Clementine!" I sobbed as I brought her limp body into my arms as she was losing consciousness.

Mike grabbed hold of my arm, "Bonnie, we have to go! Now!"

I flinched out of his grip, "Don't you fucking touch me, I'm not leaving her like this.." I trailed off, tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry.. we didn't mean for this to happen.. I swear.."

Blood poured from her wound as her eyes widened in realisation, and I held onto her tightly. I heard the door slam open behind us and Mike got to his feet, sprinting off in the direction Arvo had run off in, leaving me beside Clementine. I heard the familiar voice of Kenny shouting in horror.

"Oh my god, Clem!" He rushed over, kneeling beside the wounded girl. He then looked up at me, his eyes brimming with anger as he growled, "What the fuck did you do?!" Jane hurried over, taking Clem from my arms as she lost consciousness.

I tried to speak, "We didn't mean for this t-to happen-" I cried out in pain as he yanked me by the hair to my feet, punching me in the jaw.

"You fuckers! You were planning this all along! and you did this to Clementine! We should never of trusted you again!" I whimpered as he kicked me in the stomach, sending me sprawling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

He continued to kick me in the face, and I pleaded in panic, "K-Kenny please.. It was an accident! I'm sorry!" The older man wouldn't stop, his anger taking control of him. I could feel blood dripping down my face, and the pain in my stomach caused me to double over in the snow.

"Like hell you are! You fucking selfish bastards!" I yelped as he slammed his foot into my face again, the pain unbearable. It must have felt like this when he was beaten almost to death by Carver. I immediately felt bad because it was my fault that they had been captured. But I was dragged out of my thoughts as the pain intensified. I wondered when this torture was going to stop..

I felt myself losing consciousness from the searing pain. But suddenly he was pulled off of me, and I peered up to see Jane restraining him from hitting me, whilst Clementine laid nearby, blood pooling around her body. The other woman shouted in anger, "Get the fuck off of her Kenny, you'll kill her!"

The southern man growled as he thrashed against the woman holding him back, "Oh, I will kill her." He hissed coldly and the last thing I heard was the sound of walkers groaning nearby, before slipping into unconsciousness.