I'm back! after a week at the boring hospital, I am back! This might be a boring chapter and I am very sorry.

Btw, I am avoiding Rebecca's argument and some other scenes in the game.

Sorry, I'm not thinking straight, Okay?

Hope you enjoy reading!

"Oh, that's Rebecca." Pete sighs. "With that look on her face, It looks like she's not so happy with our new guests."

"Well, She'll have to deal with it. Besides, It's just two children. What harm could it be? It's not like they're working for Carver or anything." Luke rolls his eyes.

"Who's Carver?" Clementine looked at both Luke and Pete with a confused look. Luke and Pete looks at each other, Then shook their heads. "No one important."

Clementine and Duck looked at each other in confusion. "Then why did you mention him?"

Finally arriving at the Cabin, Rebecca walks to them. "Who's this?" She crosses her arms while glaring at the two children.

"This here's Duck and Clementine." Luke finally lets Clementine down and crosses his arms. Ready for the argument Rebecca will be starting.

"And please tell me WHY they're here?"

"Rebecca, We don't have time for this." Pete sighs and gets in the cabin. "You kids hungry?"

Clementine and Duck both nodded. They've been hungry for a two days now.

Suddenly, A man and a teenage girl came out from the kitchen. The man looks Hispanic with black hair and probably in his mid-late 40's. The teenager, Probably the Hispanic man's daughter, Wore red glasses, A bit taller than them and probably 14-15 years old. "Who are they?" The teenager said, Looking at both Clementine and Duck.

"Well Sarah, This here's Clementine and Duck. They're gonna be stayin' with us. If they want to, That is." Luke looks at both of them. unsure if they want to stay or not.

"Why don't we ask them questions first? And introduce them to the rest of us?" The Hispanic man crosses his arms while look at the kids. "I'm Carlos by the way, And this is my daughter Sarah."

"Hi." Sarah shyly waves her hand.

Clementine and Duck waves their hands at Sarah.

"C'mon, Let's go to the kitchen, We're gonna ask you some questions then you two can eat."

The two nodded.

Going in the kitchen and sitting down. Luke leaves the room. "Gonna get you some food, Wait a sec."

"Hmm...So far, You guys met Me, Luke, Rebecca, Carlos and his daughter..." Pete holds his chin. "So that leaves Nick and Alvin."

"Did I just hear my name?" A big African-American man came in the room. Probably in his early 40's. "Well, Who's this?" He smiles at the kids.

"Ah. Alvin, You're just in time. This is Duck and Clementine." Pete sits on one of the chairs. "By the way, Where's my nephew?"

"Right here." Another man comes in the room, He had a cap on his head and looked about Luke's age. He had a rifle in his hands.

"This is-"

"Nah, I don't have time for this." He glares at both Clem and Duck. "I heard ya while I was entering here, I'm Nick by the way."

"Well, That's everyone." Pete crosses his arms. "Now I'm gonna ask you some questions. Just a few though. You kids don't look much of a threat."

Luke comes in with two of bowls of food. "Well, Here y'all go."

Once the kids start eating, Luke sits down. "Anyway, How are y'all?"

"Does that really matter?" Clementine looks at Luke. "Maybe twelve or thirteen. I didn't really keep track of days." Duck continues eating. "Clem might be...Eleven? Yeah."

Clementine glares at Duck and playfully punches him on the shoulder. "What was that for?" Duck rubs his shoulder. As if it hurts but it really doesn't.

After lots of questions that they answered (Mostly Duck) It now leaves one questions.

"Where are your parents? I assume that what happened to them is what happens to everyone's parents. I also assume that you both are siblings?" Luke says.

Clementine just stopped eating while Duck looked down. "We're not siblings. Other people took care of me. And Duck well..."

Luke frowned. "Well, I'm sorry for even bringing that up."

The three were quiet for a while.

"Anyway, How would you two like for us to go fishin' tomorrow with my nephew?" Pete comes in the room.

"Cool!" Duck smiles. "My dad and I used to fish! Even if I never really caught anything.."

Pete smiles. "Sounds like a plan then. Well, It's getting pretty late. How about you both eat up, rest and we'll head out first thing in the morning?"

The both kids nodded. Duck smiles and starts eating again. He remembered every weekend, His dad would take him to go fishing, He never really caught anything. Except a boot or a can. But it was fun, Since his dad wasn't there often.

Luke gets up. "Well, I'll prepare your beds. just eat up."

A few seconds later. Rebecca goes in the kitchen, Washing her hands. It was quiet for a few seconds, Duck knows he doesn't want to talk to her.

"I wouldn't be too comfortable if I were you two." Rebecca said.

"I know." Duck mutters.

Rebecca walks to them. Glaring at both Clementine and Duck. But mostly Duck. "You've got what you came here for. Now go."

Duck glared back. "I'll be glad to. But I wanna go fishing tomorrow." He tries hard to be stubborn as possible.

"I knew you were trouble." Rebecca narrows her eyes. Then glared at Clementine. "Stay away from my husband."

Clementine blinks. "I'm only eleven."

"I don't care. You've got the rest's trust. But you can never fool me." Rebecca leaves the room.

"What's her problem?" Clementine rolls her eyes. Duck only shrugged.

The next morning. Clementine, Pete and Duck are seen out in the woods on a fishing trip. "How you holdin' up? I heard you got an earful from Rebecca last night." Pete says.

"She scares me." Duck mutters. "She doesn't scare me. She's all talk." Clementine shakes her head.

Pete looks at the kids. "Well, She was in a mood last night, That's for sure."

Clementine runs next to Pete. "Anyone teach you how to shoot?" Pete looks at her. "And by that, I mean taught properly. Any idiot with a finger can shoot."

"Yeah, But not a rifle" Clementine looks at the rifle.

"Well, That makes sense. This thing will probably knock you on your ass."

Duck runs to Pete's side. "How about you kiddo?" Pete looks at Duck. "Same with Clem." Duck sighs.

"Nick was about your age first time I took him huntin'. Came across this beautiful 13-point buck just standin' there. The boy takes the rifle...lines up the shot just like I taught him...Then I hear him start whinin'. He turns to me and he says 'I can't do it. I can't shoot it, Uncle Pete. Please don't make me shoot it.'"

Duck chuckles. "D'aaw. That's sad."

"Hey!" Nick runs to them. "Why didn't you wait?"

"You want us standin' around while you piss on a tree? You know where the river is, Boy." Pete continues walking. "Anyway, So I grab the gun out of his hand before the big buck runs off when BANG. The gun fires, Boy nearly gut shot me. And of course, The buck gets away."

"What're you going and telling them this shit for?" Nick barks.

After arguing. and arriving at the river, they are met with the sight of several fresh corpses scattered across the banks.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph..." Pete mutters.

Okay, This is what I can write for now.

SORRY IF THIS IS A DISAPPOINTING CHAPTER, I AM VERY SORRY.

Thanks for reading!