I would just like to apologise for the late update here. I just moved and had no Wi-Fi for a few days so couldn't upload and I'm very sorry. University has just started meaning occasionally my uploads may slip a day, but don't worry, there will still always be weekly updates until the story ends. I'd also recommend that anyone who is a guest reader to make an account so you can follow the story, and that way if I do change upload days you'll still be notified when I do upload.

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Without any more of my rambling, here is the chapter and I hope you enjoy it!

We travelled into the next morning to reach the location that was the meet up point. I could hear nothing but the sound of our own footsteps, along with Rebecca's heavy breathing and occasional soft cries. The pain that she was in made me ignore my own since it was nothing in comparison. I guessed her baby would be here a lot sooner than she'd expected.

Travis stuck to my side while we walked, Clementine on the other. Jane led the group confidently, forgetting that the rest of us were with her it seemed. Clementine glanced at Rebecca and then dropped back to walk with her, which I didn't mind because she knew what she was doing.

There was a tension I couldn't ignore between Travis and I. Everyone was pretty tense right now with the stress of losing the group, but this had been going on since we cleared Howe's and it was different.

I searched his face for a brief second while we walked and his gaze was down to the floor. He looked tired but he also looked like he was hiding something.

I nudged his arm lightly and he snapped from his daydream. "What's botherin' you?"

Travis shrugged.

"C'mon, it's not nothing."

He bit his lip and looked into my eyes, then diverted to staring ahead of us. "It's just that, back there, we were all so vulnerable walking through the crowd like that, and when the walker grabbed you... I thought you had been bitten."

"But I'm fine," I assured him.

"Yeah, but you might not be so lucky next time."

I thought about that. The cold truth made me shiver. If I had have been bitten, what would have happened? Would he have left me there? Tried to defend me? Killed me?

"Travis," I mumbled. "What if... What happens if I am?"

An expression of alarm appeared on his face in an instant and he stopped walking, grabbing my wrists in his hands.

"Marcey?" He panicked. "What-"

"I'm not!" I rushed. "It was just a... What if?"

Seeming slightly more at ease, he released my wrists without catching the others' attention.

"If you were bitten?" He began as we continued walking. "You want to know what I'd do."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I mean, Clem had to shoot Lee..."

The memories of the little girl retelling her experience to me flashed into my mind, making my heart sink. I wished Lee was still around.

"If you were bitten then I'd deal with it as necessary," Travis decided. "If I could save you then-"

"Because we all know how well amputation works when you're bit."

"We were just too late for Lee," Travis spoke calmly. I could see it was upsetting for him too. "It wouldn't happen with you. I'm always with you, Marcey, I couldn't even let something happen to you in the first place without putting myself in the line of fire instead."

I had nothing to say in response. Instead, I took his hand and held onto it. Suddenly there was a groan in pain, and I turned to see Rebecca with her hands placed on her stomach and a look of distress on her face.

"Rebecca?" I worried.

"I have to stop," she stated. "I'm sorry, I don't want to slow us down. Can I just have a minute?"

"Uh, yeah," Jane agreed, though sounded reluctant. "Take a minute."

Rebecca thanked her, then began to let out little sobs. There was nothing I could do to help her but it was so bothering not being able to do anything.

"Alvin was supposed to be here for this."

Jane approached the topic carefully. "Is Alvin..."

"He's dead, that's what he is. Thanks to that fucking madman back there."

I gave an apologetic look to Jane. I wondered what Rebecca was like before all of this apocalypse thing and before she was having a baby.

"Rebecca?" Clementine asked. "Are you going to be okay?"

I admired how the young girl checked on everyone. While the woman didn't answer, Jane narrowed her eyes.

"What are you going to do with it?"

My eyes and Rebecca's widened in surprise at the question.

"What do you mean by that?" Rebecca demanded.

Upon realising her mistake, Jane tried to cover for herself, but the pregnant lady was having none of that.

"You won't be able to raise a baby by yourself," Jane argued.

"People have done that for decades!" I said angrily.

"I turned out okay," Travis' voice surprised me. I remembered him telling me about his life before zombies attacked, but he sounded so empty when he mentioned it now. "I mean, look at me. I'm still here."

"You weren't raised in an apocalypse," Jane frowned.

I decided to interrupt before Travis got upset or angry. "Rebecca doesn't have to raise the baby alone. We're all a group now, we all have responsibility."

Rebecca gave me a thankful smile.

"I just mean that sometimes you can't protect everyone you want to," Jane sighed.

"This has been going on for years now," I responded. "We know what's at risk. But having the people there worth defending is enough to retain some humanity, right?"

"Just because you're some angry loner who doesn't care about anyone but herself, doesn't mean you know better than me," Rebecca snapped to Jane.

"Hey!" The young woman looked offended now, and I began to wish this discussion hadn't started while we were raising our voices. "I've seen it before. Back when this started, me and my sister we were-"

"What! She died?!"

I moved to take a step forward. We had hit a really bad topic now.

"Alright, break it up," Travis instructed, separating the women with his arm. "That's enough."

Jane turned and walked ahead.

"Jane!" Clementine called out to her.

I bit my lip and caught up with Jane, leaving the other three behind us.

"She doesn't mean it, I'm sure," I tried.

"I don't want to talk about it now," Jane shook her head.

"Okay," I didn't know what to do. "But I'm here if you need to talk, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," she smiled slightly.

As my eyes moved to the land in our path, I identified Bonnie and Mike talking together. Thank God, we weren't the only ones that got out alive.

The group and I walked to Mike and Bonnie, who looked equally as relieved to find other survivors.

"It had been so long," Bonnie greeted. "We were startin' to worry no-one else would make it."

"Well, we're here now," I smiled half-heartedly. "Where's Kenny?

Mike looked back over his shoulder, and then I saw the man sat on a small wall, his face showing the sadness I remembered back from the days in Savannah.

"I tried to talk to Kenny," Mike explained. "And he flipped out on me, started yellin'. Scary shit."

Clementine spoke up. "I should go talk to him. This is my fault."

"Hey, you did what you thought was right."

"Jane's right," Travis agreed. "What else could you have done?"

Clementine looked to the floor with a frown. It bothered me so much that she even had to be in the situation she was. I needed to be there for her more.

The little girl made her way over to Kenny while the rest of us went near a building. I kept my eyes focused on Kenny, since he was always argumentative and I didn't want to see him be any threat to Clem. I could see them talking, and it was stressing me out while I wondered what was being said.

I saw Clementine look more distressed and lost, meanwhile Kenny was talking with speed. It didn't look good.

"He has a gun," Mike calmly informed.

"You say this now?" I snapped, slowly edging forward to get closer to Clementine and Kenny.

Travis grabbed my hand. "Don't-"

"Get off," I pulled my arm away and walked forward, just as Kenny began to shout.

"You think because you're a little girl you can just get people killed and no-one will care? Because you're sorry it'll all magically go away?"

"Kenny," I warned, stepping beside Clementine and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"No, she needs to hear this," he growled. "That's not how it works!"

"Kenny, stop acting like this!" I shouted. "You're being unreasonable. I know you're upset, but you can't take your anger out on her."

Kenny glared at me and I returned the look.

"Leave me the fuck-"

"We're fucking going," I spat before he could finish his sentence. "You stay here and feel sorry for yourself for as long as you need, but we're not waiting forever."

Kenny's eyes moved away and I urged Clementine to walk away with me. My heart raced and I could feel the heat in my face from my anger.

"I need a minute," I mumbled to the girl, and she nodded.

I stayed away from the group and from Kenny while Clem went to speak with them. Leaning against the wall of a building, I lowered myself to the ground and rested my head on my raised knees.

How did we get in this state? God, I was so lost. Kenny was losing his mind, Rebecca was ready to have her baby, Clementine was full of guilt, Mike and Bonnie were ready to leave, Jane was on edge, Luke along with Sarah and Nick were missing... Our group was a mess.

"Jane and Clem want to go look for the others," a voice suddenly informed, surprising me.

"Oh?" I looked up to Travis.

"I was thinking of going with them, you know, for Clem," he seemed unsure when he spoke, like he was suspicious or hiding something.

"Okay," I said. "Let's go then."

Travis put a hand out, preventing me from standing. "No, you stay. Keep an eye on Kenny."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Travis, are you with us here or not?" Jane called.

"I'll be back soon, I promise."

I watched as my friends disappeared away into the woods. It suddenly played on my mind that I didn't apologise for being so rude to him when I was concerned about Clem before. Surely he understood.

I waited patiently for them to return, wondering whether Kenny would be calm enough to come with us when we left... I didn't want to lose him again.