The Walking Dead: only trying to do the right thing
Chapter 2: the long way ahead.
So, did everyone enjoy chapter 1? I hope you did. I will work on this story with every chance I get. I was busy writing a Rio story but it is done and out the way now. Enjoy.
The remaining survivors remained silent as the RV drove down towards the road, passing every tree and walker that looked identical to the other. The events of Lily shooting Ben for thinking that HE was the traitor who was slipping the Save-Lot Bandits part of their supplies.
Inside the RV, Kenny concentrated on driving the RV down the road with his wife, Katjaa sitting beside him with their son Kenny Jr. (also referred to as Duck) sitting in her lap under his mothers' arms.
Lee and Clementine sat comfortably together on the couch, not really talking to each other that much. Possibly due to the fact Ben had died, and that may have affected her a little.
Clementine liked Ben as a friend ever since she first met him. She was the one who decided to show him some of her drawings so he would not get pulled into the argument between Lilly and Kenny.
Ben usually kept watch over Clementine during his time on watch. He even got Clementine some stickers once to put on her walkie-talkie. Ben also tried to remain a good person, and by doing so, he even began reading the bible that was in his room back at the Motor Inn.
It was unknown if Ben was the real traitor or not. Look at the facts about the others: Lee, Kenny, and Katjaa had children to take care of, and Carley was always trustworthy. However, Lee still suspects that someone could have been sneaking into their camp and taking their supplies.
While thinking about it, Lee looked back down at Clementine and placed his arm around her for comfort while smiling, hoping she was not dramatized by Ben's death. "Hey, sweat pea. How are you doing?"
"I am okay." Clementine answered her guardian who had been protecting her now for more than three months since the zombie apocalypse. "What about Ben?"
"There was no time for a burial." Lee responded, sighing as he began to close his eyes a little. Mainly from being tired after everything that had happened.
"Walkers?" Clementine inquired, knowing that walkers were the reason most of the time now when something had happened.
"Yeah. Horrible." Lee agreed, keeping Clementine cozy under his arm and allowing the young girl to rest herself down on him. He smiled as he looked down at her hat upon her head. He had never had any children before, and now that he had Clementine, he knew what it was like to be a father. "I'm glad I have you."
"Me, too. the young girl smiled at this as she moved her eyeballs up to see him. She agreed too; happy to be with Lee and trust him to protect her with his life ever since they day she met him in her house. "I heard you outside my tree house that day and thought you about dropping a hammer on your head."
"Hmm. That's nice." Lee replied, not really being affected by what she just said about her considering dropping a hammer on his head the day he met her.
"I didn't though." Clementine reminded him that she did not drop the hammer on his head his head.
"Thanks." he smiled, looking over towards the tap of the sink that was in the RV when he heard and watched water dripping from the trap into the sink slowly.
As he sat there, his attention turned to Clementine when he heard her groan a little. Lee arched a curious eyebrow for a moment before his expression changed from happy into fear when Clementine leaned her head up, revealing herself to be a walker.
"Clem! FUCK!" Lee yelled, grabbing onto her arms as she jumped towards him to take a bite out from him. "What happened?! HOLY SHIT! GET OFF OF ME!"
Lee panicked as Clementine's face moved towards his neck, ready to take a bite out from his flesh. How could this have happened so fast? She had not been near any walkers all day. First Ben, then Clementine, and now him too?!
Lee yelled a little as he woke up from his dream where he saw Clementine sleeping against him, her eyes closed and her little head rested down upon his chest like a comfortable pillow. It was just a dream.
Lee sighed in relief as he looked towards his right where Carley was sitting against the table, playing around with her Glock 17. He looked to his left when he heard Kenny calling out to him.
"You alright back there, Lee?" the man from Florida inquired, hearing his yells coming from the back of the RV when he had woken up from his nightmare.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." he answered, panting a little from the nightmare he just had of the only good thing left in his life coming back as a walker to kill him. "Just a bad dream."
"Oh, good then." Kenny replied, keeping his eyes locked firmly onto the road in case they were to hit anything such as walkers or any obstacles that may get in there way.
Lee then looked to his right where he saw Carley had moved from where she was sitting and now she was searching under the seat that had caused him to raise a curious face. "Carley, what are you doing?"
"Just look-" the former reporter was cut off when she discovered something under the seat she was sitting in that raised a smile upon her face. "Holy shit."
"What is it?" Lee inquired, gently sitting up and leaning Clementine down on the couch, being careful that he would not wake her up from her peaceful loving sleep.
Carley stood back up and presented Lee with what she found under the seat. It was an FN SLP shotgun that she had found under her seat, along with few shells to fire along with it.
"Wow." Lee said, shocked that their luck might have just improved a little now that they had another weapon to use rather than sharing guns all the time.
"That gun's been there the whole time?" Kenny said surprised, turning his head around to see his friends behind him after hearing their happy expressions about finding something, and slightly shocked that that shotgun had been there the entire time. "Well, fuck me."
"This is going to be useful." Lee smiled, as Carley handed him the weapons, knowing that shotguns were quite powerful and Lee knew how to use a gun and he was stronger too, and to Lee's surprise, it looked exactly the same as the shotgun he used to shoot the police officer on his first day here.
Now they had more weapons to add to their collection. So far they had Carley's Glock 17 Pistol, the Winchester Model 70 bolt action sniper that they had for a while for lookout duty, and now a shotgun too. What could be next to find? An RPG?
"I agree with you there." Carley smiled, placing her hand upon her hip before she gazed over Lee's shoulder to see little Clementine sleeping peacefully. "How is she?"
"She's going okay." Lee sighed, turning himself around to look upon his adoptive daughter sleeping upon the couch comfortably. "She asked about Ben last night, but she understands that we could not give him a burial in time."
"I see." Carley replied, not really sure what to say after the events of Lilly shooting Ben in cold blood. "I am sure she will be fine. I just can't believe Lilly did what she did. She shot Ben without even hesitating."
"I know." Lee said, setting the shotgun down onto the table for safe keeping's. "Carley, if you were in my shoes, would you have left her?"
It took Carley a couple of seconds to answer Lee's question but nevertheless, she had her answer ready for him. "...Yes...She was too dangerous to keep with us, and if she stayed with us, how long before she would have shot me too?"
"I agree." Lee agreed, wondering what had happened to Lilly after they just left her on the side of the road to die after what she did to Ben as punishment for her actions.
"We got something up ahead." Kenny warned the others in the back of the RV that something he could see in the distance was blocking their way. "Dammit. Road's blocked."
Lee watched the front of the RV through the windshield as Kenny pulled the RV to a stop where a a train was blocked their way in the road.
Kenny sighed as he put the RV in brake and turned off the ignition to check out this train that was blocking their way to Savannah where Kenny hoped to find a boat. "Now we gotta deal with this."
The remaining survivors got out from the RV and decided to check out this train. Lee, Carley, and Kenny walked together to the side of the train, trying to figure out a way they could get around it.
"I take it there is not any way to get around?" Carley said, placing her hand upon her hip again, looking upon the back of the train where the train boxcars were knocked off from the track.
"Doesn't look like it. On foot, maybe. Can't really afford to do that now." Kenny answered, knowing that they would never make it to Savannah on foot.
Lee took a moment to check his surroundings where he saw the bushes could keep them safe by making noise if there was any lurkers nearby. "This seems like a safe area. All this brush will stop anything from creeping up on us."
Katjaa and Duck emerged from the RV door and walked over to join the others. Duck was not feeling to well after the Motor Inn incident. He was almost bitten by a walker but luckily, Lee saved him in time. He was fine, just a little shocked.
Clementine walked out from the RV too with her little pink backpack on her back that she used to carry her little things like her drawings and her walkie-talkie she likes to keep. Despite it being broken, she preferred to keep it and pretend to talk to her parents on it because it made her feel better.
Lee watched as Clementine and Carley sat down on a log together while Katjaa sat on a tree stump with Duck in her arms to comfort him after his third time close to death with a walker.
Lee leaned down towards Clementine just to give her a few safety rules while they checked out the train. "Clem, stay close to Carley and Kat, okay? Me and Kenny are just gonna check out this train."
"Okay." Clementine replied, sitting herself down closer to Carley.
"Be careful in there, Lee." Carley warned, not wanting anyone else to die after they lost two of their own in a matter of seconds, and especially Lee after he rescued her in the drugstore a couple of months ago.
"What, you think there might be something dangerous inside of an abandoned locomotive?" Lee asked, slightly chuckling a little as he walked over to inspect the boxcar. "Hadn't crossed my mind."
Okay, here is chapter 2, everyone. Did you all like it? If so, be sure to leave a review. They help me write faster. And as you are aware, I added the shotgun in for more ammo, and Duck was not bitten back at the Motor Inn.
Let's see how this could change the story more. Stay tuned for chapter 3.