"What?! Shes not here?!" Amy fretted. After Kevin had gone back into the truck, her father had given her the news that her BEST FRIEND EVER was missing.

Wyatt shook his head sadly. Why did she have to hear shit like this? why did this have to happen?

"Amy, im sorry." He said sadly. "Please, I know its hard, but you got to-"

Amy turned and tried to enter Clementines house.

"No! Shes gotta be here! Let me go!"

Wyatt held her by the shoulders and spun her in front of him. Her shoulders were hunched, she was breathing hard, and tears rimmed her eyes.

"Daddy..." She whimpered.

Wyatt looked at her dead in the eyes.

"Amy, i... I'm sorry, but... I dont think she made it." He whispered.

Everything stopped.

Clementine? Dead?

Her best friend? Her only friend? Gone?

No... No...

"Daddy!" She cried out, burying her face into his arms. "She cant be dead! No! No!"

Wyatt stroked her hair, looking at Kevin and Kyle sadly.

"Im sorry... Amy. But its going to be okay."

Amy just curled up in his arms. She didnt want to walk. She just wanted to feel warm and comforted. She wept and sobbed, her cried muffled by his sweater.

Wyatt kissed her forehead and lifted her into his arms. Kyle climbed to his feet unsteadily, and he looked at Wyatt. Wyatt looked for any signs of agression. Protectively sheilding Amy, he took a step back from Kyle.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes at Kyle.

And then, to Wyatts absoloute surprise, he...

Smiled.

Kyle freaking smiled.

Wyatt guessed he couldnt keep the look of surprise off his face. Kyle wiped the dirt off his shirt and climbed into the back of the truck, where he just sat and stared at hands.

Kevin looked out the window of the car. Waving to Wyatt and Amy.

"So, you wanna ride with us? We are going north."

Wow. Kevin went from asshole to friendly neigborhood pal. What the fuck?

Wyatt looked down at Amy, who had pulled something out of her pocket and was staring at it. It as a necklace, with A and C carved onto it, a friendship necklace?

Amy looked up at her father, eyes still teary.

"Can you put this on me... Dad?" She choked.

Wyatt smiled and set her down, taking the necklace and putting it around her neck. She wiped years as he did. She just wouldnt stop staring at it, as if she was afraid it would disappear. Wyatt smiled and tightened the latch on it, and he was done.

Amy fiddled with it with her tiny fingers.

"I miss you, Clementine." She whispered.

Wyatt frowned, but he pulled her into a full hug.

"dont worry, we can make it sweetheart." He said. "But you need to be strong. Can you do that for me? For Mom? For... for clem?"

Amy flinched, but nodded slowly. Her tears were slowly dripping down her cheeks as she avoided eye contact with her father. It hurt to much.

"Its all i have left of her..." she whispered. She was never letting this go.

Wyatt picked her up again. Turning towards the truck. He began to slowly approach it, allowing Amy to cry.

"Yeah, we can tag along." Wyatt answered. His knee hurt, and he limped over to the truck. He set Amy in to the truck first before he climbed in next to her. Buckling her, he finally let out a loud, depressed sigh and relaxed his head on the leather seat.

Kevin gave Wyatt a confused look. His eyes darting from the houses to Wyatts exhausted expression.

"What about your house? We can wait." Kevin offered.

Wyatt shook his head. By the looks of things, he didnt want to go in there. Eveything was probably gone. Bandits or whatever that crap is called. He didnt want to risk running in to a walker in there just to find a measly can of beans.

"fuck the house. To much emotion. We're fine." He muttered.

Amy looked like she disagreed. She opened her mouth to protest, but she didnt say anything.

"We'll come back, Amy... Someday."

Amy nodded, but deep inside she knew that wasnt the case. He was lying to her. To make her feel better. But it didnt. It made her feel sick. She started to cry.

"Amy..." Wyatt whispered, reaching out for his daughter. She responded harshly, punching his arm away from.

"Leave me alone!" She snapped. She curled away. But there wasnt much room. So she just... Leaned into Kevin.

"er..." Kevin uttered awkwardly. Wyatt gave him a warning glare.

"Just fucking drive already." Wyatt snapped. Glaring out the window. Kevin nodded and uncomfortingly started to turn the wheel. Amy was still leaning on him.

"Off to michigan!" Kyle yelled in the back of the truck.

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One Hour Later

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Amy's head bobbed around limp in the truck. Wyatt just watched her sleep as they drove, she looked so innocent when she slept. And the way she hugged onto Kevins arm made him laugh. Kevin, being a big softie underneath when it came to kids, tried his best to work with it. she obviously wasnt letting go anytime soon.

"I can wake her if she is bothering you. maybe she wont yell this time." Wyatt offered Kevin. Kevin shook his head.

"Only if you want to. I dont mind. Besides, after a day like this? She probably needs her rest."

Wyatt nodded and looked into the rear view mirror. Kyle hadnt moved since they started the truck. He looked deep in thought as he stared down the road.

"Man, you really shook him up." Wyatt acknowledged. "i honestly didnt know you had it in you."

Kevin sighed. Turning the truck down a road past a farm, he looked solemn and pale. As if all hope had been drained from his face. The look he gave Wyatt showed regret, guilt, and worry. Concern for his little brother.

"He is still going to be an asshole to me. I garuntee it." he said. "No matter what I say or do, He's to far gone."

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A/N ANY SPELLING ERRORS? please let me know!

To Kristel1969,

Hey-o! I am so happy that you like my story! Thanks for the review, I don't know exactly why, but I got extremely excited when I saw your name. Hugs to you! (In the least awkward way possible) ;)