Savior

A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter Two

A/N:

Sorry this took so long! I promise I'll try to update more frequently, I've just been so busy lately!

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After the rest of the group had awoken, they began down the road again.

Clementine looked to Lee, a certain sadness behind her bright amber eyes, "Is Duck going to be okay?" She asked in a hushed voice.

Carley looked at Lee curiously. Is something wrong with Duck? She wondered.

"I hope so." Lee told Clementine after a moment, then turning to Carley, noticing her confusion. His expression seemed to radiate the answer as he spoke, "Duck was bitten at the Motor Inn." He told her quietly.

Carley's entire being seemed to change, she slumped in a subconscious motion as her gaze softened. She couldn't find any way to respond to that. Duck was only ten, and she knew what happened next.

Duck would die.

No matter what they did, no matter how hard they tried, or how much they hoped he wouldn't, Duck was slipping through their fingers. They were silent for a long moment, each second ticking by with the agonizing truth echoing in their minds.

It was Lee who eventually broke the silence, "I'm sorry about your eye."

Carley looked at him, "Its fine, I'll admit, it is a little strange. I'm just glad I'm alive."

They were both quiet for a moment after she'd said 'alive'. The word was different, and almost didn't seem right anymore.

"Does it hurt?" Clementine piped up.

"A little, but it's not bad." Carley admitted, smiling at the girl to reassure her.

Clementine nodded before going back to a drawing of a butterfly that she'd been working on. Lee smiled softly as he watched the girl. The RV moved with a steady speed, the bumpiness of the roads causing the cabinets to rattle slightly.

Ben was staring out the window, watching the scenery fly by. He seemed to be in deep thought, but Lee assumed it was because Lily had first accused him. Ben felt a heavy weight on his chest; someone had almost died the night before because of him.

It was a strange thought and an even stranger feeling, a guilt he'd previously been unaware of. He couldn't muster up the courage to confess what had occurred, that the bandits had promised his friend's safety in exchange for supplies, and that he'd foolishly agreed. He hated himself a little bit for it. Carley had lost her eye, and nearly lost her life because of him.

He was relieved that she hadn't been killed, and he hadn't heard the news of Duck's bite yet, so attempted to push the guilty feeling to the back of his mind. He couldn't focus on that now.

The RV continued along down the road, Kenny and Katjaa in the front, Katjaa worrying over her son and Kenny denying the reality of the situation.

Lee and Carley sat on the sofa, Carley occasionally setting her hand to the gauze or hissing softly in pain. It did sting, and at times it was more noticeable. Katjaa had removed the bullets and bothersome pieces of eye tissue, but it would occasionally feel like something was still buried in there.

She wondered how it looked, how she looked with the gauze around the side of her head and how the empty, bloodied socket would appear. Most of the blood had dried to the bandages and down her cheek in a maroon-ish brown color. It was truthfully a little scary looking to Clementine, but she didn't vocalize it.

"Why are we stopping?" Clementine piped up.

Lee looked towards the cab. Katjaa and Kenny had both exited. He looked to Clementine, "I don't know." He admitted, getting up and walking out.

He worried that maybe Duck wasn't going to make it any farther, and that's why they'd stopped. His worry was tossed aside when he saw Kenny glaring angrily at a train in front of the vehicle. They couldn't drive around it, it was too large. Katjaa was sitting on a long with Duck in her arms.

Duck looked worse than he had before, his skin pale and eyes shut. His body gently rose and fell and small raspy breaths could be heard-which seemed to be the only signal of him still being alive at this point. Lee knew he wouldn't make it much further than this, and by the look on Katjaa's face, he could tell that she knew, too.

The others began shuffling out of the RV and gathering around where Katjaa was. Lee approached her, "Is he feeling alright?"

Katjaa looked up to him, the sadness radiating behind her eyes. "His body's just fighting whatever's in it."

Right?

"I'm, uh, I'm going to go check out the train with Kenny." Lee told her.

"If you could look for some water, if there's a dining car or something, I'm sure Duck would appreciate it." Katjaa said, petting her son's short hair.

"It's a freighter, Kat." Kenny corrected her.

"I'll keep an eye out." Lee said, moving away from Katjaa to take another look at the train.

The thing didn't seem like a total wreck, though there were large amounts of its cargo spilled around. It did have an eerie feeling about it, but then again, so did most things at this point.

Lee took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before he approached it.

A/N: Quick thing, I haven't played the game in a bit, so I know the dialogue's off. Trying not to miss any key points! Thanks again for the reviews, they're greatly appreciated, and I will attempt to update more frequently.

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