AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is in Nick's POV (point of view), just to let y'all know :3.
"Oh my god.."
Clemenentine shot me a worried glare, her golden eyes widened. "Nick, there's walkers outside!" She informed, her voice filled with horror.
"What, really?!" I asked, returning her scared glance. "That's not possible! How could walkers find us in the middle of the night?"
"What if some one lured them here?" She had a point. "Carver could've led them here." I didn't realize that I had thought outloud.
"Who's Carver?" Clem questioned, her expression turning curious.
I hesitated to tell her about the crazy fuck, also known as Carver, instead I lied, "No one, just wake up the group."
I felt bad for lying to her.. She's part of the group now, well I'll tell her later, just not now.
"Nick, put some pants on and get your rifle, I'll get the others." She ordered, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Oh, right!"
I got up from the bed and grabbed my cameo pants, pulling them up to my waist. Then grabbed my rifle, making sure it was fully loaded.
"Clem-" I turned to face the younger girl, but she had already left. Shit, I needed to tell her something.
I reloaded the rifle, aiming it at a walker that was unnoticed and heading towards Luke. I hesitated to pull the trigger, fearing that I might hit my best friend by mistake.
"Luke! Duck!" I warned him, thankfully he heard me, he ducked, making the walker and easy shot. It was right behind him by then, I aimed at the walker's head again, quickly pulling the trigger. I let out a short sigh of relief that I didn't miss.
Luke got up and looked at me, a faint smile on his face, then the smile faded away. He had a worried expression, it seemed like he was looking behind me. I turned around to see a walker right in front of me, it pushed me the ground, I grunted as I felt a sharp pain stab my back.
"Help! Pete! Luke!" I cried out for help, trying to reach my rifle, I dropped it when I fell.
Well, I'm screwed.
I suddenly heard another gunshot been made, I felt blood trickle onto my face, luckily not in my mouth or eyes. I pushed off the dead body, allowing me to get back up.
I looked at Luke, thinking that he had fired the gun, he shook his head and pointed behind me.
Following his finger, I saw Clementine, still aiming her gun as if the walker was still alive. She brought down her handgun and rested her hand by her side.
I walked up to her, having a thankful emotion. "Thanks.." I said, avoiding eye contact. She got closer to me and wiped the blood of my face with her sleeve, chuckling cutely. "I'm glad to help you, friend." She smirked teasingly.
"Shut up." I replied playfully, patting her on the head.
"Aww, you're blushing." Luke suddenly said, appearing right next to us.
"What?!" I felt my face turn reder once he pointed out I was blushing.
"Ha! Don't listen to him, Nick." Clem said while smiling beautifully, as always.
She glanced at my back, noticing a piece of glass in my back. "Uhm Nick, you know you're bleeding, right?" She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
She pulled out the shard of glass, making me hiss in pain. She looked at the bloody shard, cocking an eyebrow.
"How did glass get here..? None of the windows are broken..." Clem looked up at me, then at Luke who was about to talk.
"That's strange.. Maybe it was a ghost." He joked, a visible smile on his face.
I softly punched his shoulder. "What ever, let's just get back inside, my back is killing me."
"What if it is a ghost?" Clem said, looking at the broken glass piece.
We all paused for a moment, exchanging glances at each other.
...
"Pff! Right!" I stopped the silence, starting to laugh. We all began to laugh at the thought of a ghost in the apocalypse.
"Hmm. They think this is a joke, eh? Well, I'll show them a joke..."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hahaha.. What a suckish ending.. Anyways, I'm outta ideas, so please leave a review with some new ideas :3! Hope y'all enjoyed, bye!