"Alright, we're all here," Kenny stated.

I stood staring at the radio on the table, wondering how we would go through with our plan.

"Someone's gotta get the radio out to Luke," Rebecca began. "What's the problem?"

"We should probably figure out who's doin' what before we-"

The shutters were lifted and all our heads turned to see Tavia stroll through. I glanced at the radio, though found it was now gone and hidden behind Kenny's back. My heart raced a little bit out of fear that we could be caught in our plan.

"Where's my dad?" Sarah wondered. I hadn't met her dad yet.

"He's where the rest of you are goin'- to work."

I didn't like the change I'd seen in Tavia. She seemed nice when we met her, but I realised now that it was her act to get more people working.

"Rebecca, Nick, Sarah, Jane, Travis," the woman listed. "If you gotta take a piss, do it now. The next break won't be for a while."

Travis and I looked at each other nervously upon the information that he would be separated. I learned from the incident in the woods with the cannibal that it was never a good sign to be apart.

"Troy'll be comin' out for the rest of you," Tavia informed. Great.

"Can't Travis stay with us?" I wondered. "Surely four people is enou-"

"Be quiet, orders are orders."

I narrowed my eyes at the woman. The selected group left to go to their own work, Travis rolling his eyes at me as he left my sight and the shutters closed.

"Can't be away from each other for a minute?" Kenny chuckled to lighten the situation.

I let out a small laugh in response. "Lets just get this done, the sooner we get out of here the better."

"Right," Kenny agreed.

"I can do it," Mike offered, though it sounded like he wasn't giving another option. "Where's the meetin'?"

"Wouldn't it be better if-"

Kenny cut me off from speaking. "Clementine should do it."

"What?" I gasped. "And if she gets caught?"

"No offense but c'mon, that's crazy- she's a kid!" Mike retaliated.

"Clem can't do it, I'm not letting her risk her life for the sake of a radio."

"Kenny's right," Clem suddenly spoke. "I should do it."

I pulled a face of confusion, actually feeling slightly betrayed that she would side to risk her safety.

"I'm not happy about this."

"Give me the radio," Mike instructed.

"No, give me-"

The shutters opened again. I really wasn't getting the chance to speak full sentences that day.

"All right little chickens," Troy practically shouted. "Let's get to peckin'."

What an unusual phrase.

"And don't think today is like yesterday- no way, no shenanigans! This rooster's gonna be surveillin' your ass every second of the day, you hear?"

Clementine looked up at me and I frowned.

"Got that?" Troy snapped, glaring at Clementine. "I'm afraid I need an answer, girl."

"Her name is Clementine," I growled.

"I heard you, okay?" Clem said before Troy could respond to me.

"Good!"

As Troy turned to guide us to where we'd be working, Clem glanced at me with a warning expression.

"Aw, you have your pockets all out!" Kenny exclaimed to Clementine. I noticed he was putting the radio in her jacket. "Gonna get your tags all snagged on somethin'."

I tried to resist the small laugh at Kenny's imagination.

We followed Troy through the hardware store and towards another exit door. I presumed we'd be working on the fences around the perimeter of the store.

"Hey, she's with me?" A female voice asked, suddenly appearing. I turned to see the ginger haired lady from the shutters with her arms folded.

"Aw, shit, I almost forgot."

"Yeah." She wasn't convinced.

Kenny and Clementine shared a worried expression.

"Well, take her then. I don't care."

I resisted the urge to punch Troy as he pushed Clementine forward with his gun, making her stumble.

"Wait, wait, what's goin' on?" Kenny queried.

"Just chores of a different sort. Come on, city mouse." The woman began to walk away, Clem looking at us in confusion of what to do.

"Can't Clem stay with us?" I spoke up, addressing the lady.

"It's nothing that'll hurt her," she replied in reassurance.

I brushed my hair back with my hands as Clementine had to follow the woman and we had to go with Troy.

I stayed walking as close as I could to Kenny, who now just looked irritated that the plan was being messed up.

Troy took us to a fence that needed patching up, where he stood leaning against the wall of a building with a bored face.

"I can't believe I have to stay here watchin' you guys fix a fuckin' fence."

"Feel free to help," I welcomed sarcastically, picking up a hammer and hitting a nail.

"Quit with the attitude, Marceline, you're gonna get punished," Mike warned.

"You ought to listen to him," Troy snarled.

I clamped my mouth together to avoid saying something else. Instead, I continued to work on the fence.

"Damn, we're all outta nails," Kenny sighed.

"There's some in that room back there," Troy said. "Hey, girl, you go get 'em. I trust you won't be stupid enough to try run away."

"Yeah, whatever," I sighed.

I put the hammer down on the floor and slipped through the door of the building. I had no idea where to look, so began searching in boxes. A small puddle of blood made me freeze on the spot. I moved around the boxes to get under cover in case I wasn't alone in the room.

I tried to see if there were any walkers that might have got inside, but the darkness didn't aid my vision at all.

I searched through some boxes when I decided there were no walkers, trying to find the nails hopelessly. I finally located them in the last cardboard box and picked them up to carry them out.

"Luke?"

My eyes widened.

"Luke? It's me, Clementine."

I let out a breath and stood up from behind the boxes.

"Marcey?" She asked. "Where's Luke?"

"I'm the only person here," I shrugged. "I have to get nails to fix up the fence outside."

"Luke should be here, I need to give him-"

"I swear to Christ you're gonna regret this!"

Troy barged in through the door and, before I could react, slapped Clementine across the face. The young girl fell back and I caught her in my arms before being filled with rage and aiming a fist at Troy's face, leaving him holding onto the side of it in pain. In response to my act of punching him, I felt the gun strike me across the face and knock me to the ground, making me drop the box of nails where it smashed onto the ground and spilled everywhere.

"Marceline!"

The panic in Clementine's voice made me worry about how much damage my face had taken.

There were more footsteps heard before raised voices. Mike and Kenny were here now, shouting at Troy for hitting us. I stood up and noticed the blood on my hands from both my face and fingers where I'd landed on the nails, but I knew I'd not been hit anywhere that would cause much damage. I could still see and my nose worked fine, and as far as I was aware my teeth remained in tact.

"Let's go, now!" Troy commanded. "You wait until Carver hears about this."

Troy had his gun aimed at me, I then realised, which was what made Kenny and Mike stop shouting.

We had to get out of here soon- before one of us would be killed.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

A little question to anyone who's been publishing stories recently: I noticed that the view count for this fic hasn't gone up since before I posted the last chapter, yet I know you guys have been reading this because I had reviews on that chapter. Anyone having a similar problem?

Anyway, I love the bit of season 2 at Carver's camp, so I hope I've written this good enough for you! See you next time. :)