Kevin drove the car while Amy and Wyatt sat awkwardly in the front seat. Stuffed together closer than what was considered comfortable. Kyle sat in the tail gate. Leaned against the windows with his gun armed and ready, looking for walkers. But he looked more like he was just relaxing.
Kevin let out a huff lf annoyance, leaning against his drivers side door. Pinching the bridge of his nose. Wyatt looked at him concerned, whislt Amy was on her knees eagerly stating out the window on her side.
"That boy just insnt the same." Kevin said. He looked back out again, just to see Kyle set his gun down and flip off a walker.
"Fuck you, bitch! Haha!" Kyle screamed. Standing and extending his arms in the air.
"what do you mean?" Wyatt said. He was still applying pressure to his leg wound, which was now bandaged and sterilized thanks to Kevin.
Kevin shrugged the question off.
"we lost our mom a couple years ago. He started to go down hill from there. He seemed to get worse and worse every day." Kevin turned a corner. "You see, believe it or not, he used to be quite a nice guy."
"did you handle the loss well?" Wyat questioned, gazing out the window.
Kevin looked down, before adjusting his shirt. "Well, better than he did."
Wyatt shook his head in understanding.
"anyway, hes my brother, and i try to look after him the best i can." Kevin said. He looked saddened as he glanced once more at his brother through the rear view mirror.
"... Somedays i think hes to far gone."
Wyatt rubbed his eyes tired.
"Maybe to should talk to him about it the next time he gets a you."
Kyle bit his lip as if in thought.
Kevin pulled into the street where Clementine and Amy lived. The second he stopped the car, Amy was out of there. She burst through the door and raced to not her house, but Clementines. She knocked on the door.
"Hello?" She called.
There was no response.
Amy turned the doorknob to find that it was oddly unlocked. She pushed it open, only to get hit by a horrid stench. She crinkled her nose in disgust and turned away, coughing. When she looked back, she recognized the limp body of the old neigborhood babysitter Sandra. Amy gasped and covered her mouth. Blood was everywhere. Coating the floors around her. Sandras face was caved in, looking as though something heavybhad beaten her to death. Worse, the body was fresh.
Wyatt came up the steps a little slower due to his injured leg, but when he saw the body, he raced to her side, ignoring his visible pain, and tried to sheild her eyes. But he was to late. She had already seen it.
"D-daddy! Daddy!" She whimpere, clutching on to her fahers arm. He responded by backing her back down the porch.
"listen, amy." He said. "Im going to go look for Clementine, okay? Ill be right back."
Amy nodded her shaking tiny head. Trying to stay brave.
Wyatt backed up and entered the house.
"Whats wrong, Kev? The little shits fucking BFF die?" Kyle asked smugly, leaning against the truck with the rifle in his left hand.
Kevin looked annoyed by that remark.
"Dont be a dick, Kyle." he snapped. "You think that bullshit is funny, but its not. So stop being an ass and actually be a fucking use for once!"
Kyle looked taken aback by that temark, and he carelessly pointed gun at his older brother.
"watch the attitude there, PAL." He snapped back.
Kevin advanced on Kyle, punching him and taking his gun. Kyle stumbled backwards from the blow, rubbing his face whilst trying to fight for the rifle. But Kevin won.
"I. Said. Fucking. Stop." Kevin hissed, pointing the gun threateningly at Kyle.
Kyle snorted and flipped Kevin off.
"what is it with you, Kyle?" Kevin demanded, throwing the gun into the tailgate and shoving Kyle away from the truck so that he couldnt retreive it.
"The fuck you talking about?" Kyle countered. Trying to brush the older siglings ams off him. But he wasnt strong enough.
"Its because of mom, isnt it?" Kevin demanded.
Kyle had anger on his face, but the glint of hurt in his eyes proved that Kevin had hit a soft spot.
"dont you fucking dare!" Kyle screamed, throwing a punch. Kevin caught it and slammed Kyle against a tree. Kule let out a yelp of minor pain and surprise before trying to push the older brother ofr.
Kevin got inches from Kyles face, staring right into Kyles eyes.
"You know whaT, Kyle? Im sick off this bullshit!" He roared. "I miss mom just as much as you do, but you know what? Im not a fucked up moron getting my ass in trouble every day of my life!"
"Dont!" Kyle warned. Were those tears in his eyes?
"BUT AT LEAST I LEARNED TO LET IT GO!" Kevin screamed.
Kyle stopped fighting, clearly broken and enraged. Kevin let his little brother go.
"Fuck... You..." He said through tears. He stumbled to his knees and collapsed, trying to regain his balance. He looked so weak.
Breahing hard, Kevin looked over at a very, very terrified Amy. She was shrinking against the side of the doorsteps, trying to back away from him.
"sorry you had to see that." Kevin sighed, he walked back over and retreived the rifle. He was going to hold on to this a while.
Wyatt solemnly opened the door of the house again, shutting it behind him. When he looked up, he looked shocked and confused at wha he saw. Kyle, bruised and broken on the ground, Kevin, weilding a shotgun while looking sweaty and angry, and Amy, backed up to the farthest wall from the two men. Literally shaking.
"Shes not in there, Amy. Im- What happened?"
Kevin looked over his shoulder, a glint of anger still in his eyes. He looked over at his exhausted brother once more, before turning back around. Keeping his head down.
"we talked." He said in a low tone.