Clementine was practically dragged beside Vince, his hand gripped tightly around the back of her neck; forcing her to keep up. As they made their way through the parking lot, walkers began to advance from all sides. Clementine felt herself begin to panic, she tried resisting his grip only to be yanked harder. Her head bopped forward, giving her an uneasy headache as she struggled to keep up. A pair of shots were fired, killing walkers that were pursuing them. Vince turned and lifted her up, his arm around her neck, using her as a meat shield once again. Bill, Hank, Troy, and Shel, had their guns raised as they followed.
"Vince, STOP!" Shel demanded.
"I have to do this, Shel!" Vince responded as he continued to move away from them.
"No! You don't! Just stop and talk to us!" She demanded.
"He's not gonna listen to you, Shel. He's made up his mind." Carver said as they continued to follow, shooting down a few walkers along the way.
Vince carried her all the way to the treeline before taking cover behind a tree, keeping his arm wrapped around her neck. Clementine tried to fight free but, it hurt to try with her fingers how they are. Suddenly, she felt the gun poke her ear; she froze. Vince cocked the gun.
"Please! Don't kill me..." She pleaded, nearly crying.
He peered past the tree, the others were still approaching.
"Stop! Or I'll kill her!" He threatened before turning Clementine around face him, his teeth showing, "Tell them you're fine." He ordered.
She looked up at him, her eyes fearful and shining. He cocked his head to the left, indicating that he was serious and wanted it done now.
"It's fine! Listen to him!" She yelled, uncertain whether they listened this time.
Vince glared down at her. She looked up at him with a more frightened stare, she was trembling.
"I'm going to ask you one last time; do not lie to me... or I'll kill you..." He told her, his right hand gripping her hair while the left one held the gun close to her face. "Did. You. Do It?" He questioned, leaning in close to her face.
She shut her eyes and nodded, turning away from him. He pushed her away from the tree. She opened her eyes and looked up at him; he couldn't look at her. His face looked unsatisfied.
"I should kill you right now..." He told her before locking eyes with her one last time. "Tell Shel... I... tell her to remember me." He said before sprinting away.
Clementine watched him run off. Bill, Shel, Troy and Hank ran and surrounded Clementine before taking shots into the woods.
"Hank, Troy, make sure he doesn't get away! Now!" Bill ordered.
"You got it, boss." Troy said before he and Hank began running into the woods after Vince.
Shel crossed her arms and turned away from the others, lightly sobbing.
"What happened?" Bill asked, placing his hand on Clementine's shoulder.
"He told me to tell Shel, 'to remember him'." She said.
Shel didn't respond.
The next day...
Clementine sat in Bill's office in the same chair once again, only this time, with Troy assigned to sit in the chair in front of the desk, to keep watch over her. Was it because he knew she killed Becca? Or was it for her protection? She stared at Troy, a bored expression on her face; he returned a similar stare as he rested his cheek on his hand. He sighed.
"Hi, Troy." Clementine broke the silence.
"Yup..." He responded, somewhat frowning.
"You guys ever... find him?"
"Nope." He answered, rubbing his face as he sighed.
Clementine crossed her arms. "Fine, we don't have to talk."
"Me and Jane had a thing goin'; before ya'll showed up." He told her.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Clementine replied. "I guess that means you don't like me then." She said with a light scoff.
"Naw, it wasn't nothing serious; she probably wasn't into me anyway." He said, picking at his teeth.
"Um... okay then..."
"You hear 'bout Bonnie?" He asked, taking his finger out of his mouth.
"What about her?"
"She's going to be killed later this afternoon. Bill hasn't decided how; Shel doesn't even seem to give a shit about her anymore." He told her.
"Really?" She answered, unsure why she felt bad. Just two days ago she was celebrating Bonnie taking the fall for this but, now she's feeling something different.
"There won't be a trial of any sort; everyone agreed that she should be put down so, there's not much sense in dragging it out."
"How are they going to do it?" She inquired.
"Hell if I know."
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening diverted the pair's attention. Shel stood at the door.
"Yeah?" Troy greeted.
"I was hoping I could speak with her." She stated, hesitantly.
Troy exhaled as he scooted his chair back and stood before strolling across the office and walking past Shel and out into the hallway. Shel slowly shut the door before walking towards the desk, taking her place where Troy was previously.
"Hey, Shel." Clementine greeted.
"Hi there. Um, I wanted to... apologize for what Vince did to you." She said, staring at Clementine's bandaged hands.
"That's okay." Clementine said.
"Me and him are... or were, good friends. And I never thought I'd ever see him like this... when we all first got together, he was looked up to by everyone. Becca especially. She always saw him as an older brother. He was like, the protector I guess."
Clementine nodded.
"Anyway. One day we all decided to come here. It was great here, at first; we all had high hopes but, something's just not right anymore. It feels like we all just turn the other cheek when it comes to decisions. I mean, we're keeping prisoners now; that doesn't seem right to me."
"What else can we do about them?" Clementine asked.
"Well, he didn't exactly have to go after them like he did. They didn't want to stay here, and making them only makes this place feel more and more like a prison."
"Aren't we safer here?"
Shel shook her head with a frown, "A lot of people just died; Johnny, Alvin, Nick, Pete... and Becca. And just look at your hands. There NEEDS to be a change. And you could be a part of it."
"What do you mean?" Clementine inquired, raising a brow suspiciously.
Shel turned to the door then back to Clementine, leaning closer to her, "What I mean is, Bill trusts you; if you can lower his guard enough, we might be able to take over and start running this place the right way. Not his way." She whispered.
The door swung open again, Shel jolted, startled and turned to see Bill enter the office casually.
"Afternoon, Shel." He greeted as he made his way past her.
Shel put on a fake smile, "Hey, Bill."
"You mind giving me and Clementine a few minutes to talk?" He asked politely.
"Sure. No problem. See you later, Clementine." Shel said, quickly raising her hand as a way of saying bye before she stood, walked off, and shut the door.
Bill rested his hand on the wooden chair Clementine was sitting in, "I've got a job for you, Clementine."
"What is it?" She asked, looking up at him.
They locked eyes once more; whenever he did that, he meant business. What he was going to say was important.
"I want you to kill Bonnie."
Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter seems like shit. It's shorter since I didn't want the later events to just be crammed into one chapter. Plus, I've been a little busy but, luckily school is out now so I'll have more time to write... or type? type. Also was sick during my last day to revamp.