"Wake up, sleepy."

My eyes fluttered awake and I was met with Henry smiling at me nearby.

"Morning," I greeted, wiping my eyes.

"I was beginning to think you'd never wake up," Henry chuckled, walking over with a can of beans to a fire he'd started up.

"I feel like I've been sleeping for years," I laughed, sitting up and moving over to the fire which warmed up my cold skin.

"You needed the rest," Travis replied, sitting beside me on the floor. Something about his tone seemed unusual, and I cast a confused expression that was quickly ignored.

We waited for the beans to cook in silence for a few minutes. I was staring into the flames, watching them crackle and rise to the can of beans. Travis was staring at the ground some of the time, but mostly he was looking around us as if he was on alert. Henry stood up, brushing the dirt from his jeans.

"Nature calls, I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay," I smiled quickly.

Henry disappeared through the trees, leaving us alone with the food that was now cooling down. I took this opportunity to confront my friend about his behaviour.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

I raised an eyebrow. "Clearly there's something wrong, c'mon."

Travis' gaze moved to the trees that Henry had gone through. "I have a bad feeling."

"Okay," I responded. "About what?"

"I'm not sure about Henry," he whispered. "How could he have gotten all of that food? We were a huge group and struggled to get enough food to eat most days. He's one person with more supplies than we've had for months."

"I guess you're right," I realised, looking at the can of beans. "Maybe he's earned it. You know, helping out with people and stuff."

"How many people do you find in the woods, Marceline?" He snapped.

I jolted back slightly in surprise. Travis was usually cautious everywhere we went, but the anger was never directed at me.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, though I wasn't sure it was genuine. "I just... I don't trust him right now. How far has he gone anyway?"

I turned around just as Henry walked back over and sat down again.

"Is something wrong, guys?" He asked as he opened the can, offering the food out to us. "You seem a little tense."

"We're just worried about Clem," I sighed. It wasn't really a lie.

"As soon as we've had breakfast, we'll get moving again. I'm sure we'll find her in no time."

"Yeah," I forced a smile. "I hope so."

We walked and walked, passing the same looking trees all of the time. We passed another 'C' marking on the ground not far from where we'd camped for the night, which gave me more hope that we'd find the little girl again soon.

I was more worried about Clementine than I had been for a long time. I knew she was smart and she could handle herself against walkers, but I also knew that it wasn't just walkers a person had to be worried about- if the bandits found her again then she'd be outnumbered. I didn't even want to think about what she'd been through.

We set up camp again for the third night without Clementine, having not found her during the day. I was growing increasingly more scared for her safety. Clementine had never been alone this long, especially after a trauma. The last time it happened was when Lee died and she had to find us alone... She never should have had to go through what she did.

"I'm going to scan the area for walkers," Henry told us, holding a knife in his hand. "We don't want any surprises."

"Good idea," I smiled, sitting beside the fire we had made.

Travis watched Henry with narrowed eyes as he walked away. Once the young man was out of earshot, I spun to my friend, the rage I'd felt build all day suddenly bursting out.

"What's wrong with you?" I demanded. "You've been acting weird all day. Disliking him isn't going to improve our chances of finding Clementine."

"I still think there's something else going on here," he muttered in response, showing no anger this time. "Don't you think there's something... off... about the whole thing?"

"No," I said bluntly. "He's nice. He's being kinder than others would be to us."

"Yeah, okay."

I folded my arms. "Travis."

He let out a groan and covered his eyes with his hands. "I'm allowed to have different opinions than you, Marcey."

I could have argued back, but at this point I decided that I couldn't be bothered. "Fine. Let me change the bandage."

Travis moved his hands from his face and held out his injured hand to me while I unzipped the backpack, taking out fresh bandage. I unravelled the old coverings from Travis' hand and examined the wound that he still had. His skin was torn and bloody from the dog bite, though it could have been much worse than it was.

"I think this will be better within a week," I decided while redressing it. "Do you need more meds?"

"No, I'm good."

I said nothing while I zipped the bag shut again. My eyes moved back to Travis' face, the cut across his eye capturing my attention. I moved closer to him and put a hand on his face near the cut, checking to see whether it was infected.

"I hoped this would have healed quicker," I sighed.

Travis stared at me for a long second before moving his eyes past me and at nothing in particular. I took my hand away and then moved near to a tree, sitting with my back against it.

"Are you angry with me?"

I said nothing.

"Marceline."

"No," I replied, keeping my eyes set on the ground beside me. "Just, this is all really stressful. I'm fuckin' scared, Travis, for if we don't find her."

"Clem's gonna be okay," he reassured.

I nodded my head once and then lay down on the floor. I was getting tired of this. I wanted the group back, safe in a house with supplies like we had been. Cities were bad for walkers, but at least we had shelter there. I closed my eyes, falling asleep.