AN- Here we go for chapter 2! Sorry this took forever. I just finished it up this morning.
Note; the song used is "Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree" I love it, and decided to use it. Ain't mine, the only thing that belongs to me is Shane...and the other characters that are introduced.
Guest- Well...make up a pairing name and I'll see what I can do...Haha. Nah, here you go.
ShadowClub- That's your opinion. ;)
Pie guy- Here you go. Enjoy.
Shane smiled at Clem, "Yeah, well, that rope ain't gonna do us much good now is it?" He pointed out good naturedly.
"I guess…"
"Right, look here, some poor bastard left this behind," Shane held up a coil of wire that was mostly hidden under the RV. "Now this is useful." He declared as he stuffed it in Clementine's backpack. "We'll make booby traps." He claimed and went on. "Awh, there ain't nothing else here. Let's go back." He looked about fearfully; it was getting dark out… He waited for Clem to follow and led the way, whistling. Don't be afraid, Shane. There's nothing to fear, so don't be scared of it. You're smarter than them, I promise.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra! Laugh, Kookaburra!
Gay your life must be
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Eating all the gum drops he can see
Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!
Leave some there for me
"Come on!" He heard his mother shout for him, the little boy heard a scream and the tearing of something…He didn't want to find out what it was. He stumbled after his mother, but stopped. He couldn't find her. Where was she? "Mom?" He called, suddenly feeling very alone. He ran behind a nearby car as he spotted someone lurching towards him, he brought his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth, murmuring to himself a song his mother sang to him when he was afraid,
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry, merry king of the bush is he
Laugh, Kookaburra! Laugh, Kookaburra!
Gay your life must be
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Eating all the gum drops he can see
Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!
Leave some there for me
He screamed as the walker nearly fell on top of him, snapping its decaying jaws at him. He scrambled away as fast as he could; he tripped over himself and scrambled under the car. It attempted to follow him, and in a staggering moment of clarity he realized whose corpse it was. "Mama?" Shane whispered, terrified he kicked it with all his might. He managed to slow it down enough to get away, the boy half stumbled, half, ran down the street. He didn't stop until he felt as though his legs were jelly and his lungs were nearly bursting. He leaned against an old building, breathing hard. He dove through the window as he heard voices not too far away. People? Actual, proper people? He peered out to see who they were. Three burly, biker guys, he recognized them. They often terrorized the neighborhood and threw beer blasts every other day. The whole town hated them, and these were who he was stuck with in the end? Screw karma.
The two walked in silence for a while until they reached the building that they'd claimed as their own. "Tomorrow, we can head up to the feed mill and get some kind of bait. We'll figure it out tomorrow morning. For now, let's get some sleep, eh?"
Clementine nodded and said nothing, sensing that he did not want to talk. She simply went to her part of the room and curled up. Shane made sure everything was secure, the windows shut tight, and wood leaned against them and the door of course. Then went to lie down, he was only just drifting off when he realised Clementine was lying beside him, shivering a little. "You okay?"
He realised that she wasn't cold, but crying. Softly, he began to sing; "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree..."
"Rise and shine, Clementine!" Shane exclaimed as he shook her. "Come on, we have to go! Feed mill remember?"
"Yeah…Okay." Clem murmured as she forced herself to stand. "Let's go."
They went on for a while, according to Shane's sense of direction, the feed mill was off to the north. If they kept going this way, they could get there with enough light to get home. Home. All that remained, she supposed.
"Tree!" Shane hissed, breaking into her thoughts. Not even questioning his words, she searched for a tree; Shane had swung up into the lower branches of a knotty pine, "Here!" He reached for her hand, and pulled her up into the tree. Just as several dozen walkers lurched below. "Whoa…" Clem whispered, clinging to Shane tightly. "Yup. A herd. Ever seen so many at once?"
Clem nodded and watched the macabre parade lurch beneath, the stench of rotting bodies made their eyes water, and it was nearly thirty minutes until they passed. Clem was breathing shallowly as she watched the last of them melt into the shadows. "We have to hurry now…" Shane said quietly, as he jumped out of the tree, followed by Clem.
They arrived at the feed mill a couple hours later, with no mentionable incidents. The ground was a bit marshy around the mill…
"I just hope the rats haven't gotten to it yet." Shane said a little wistfully. They managed to break the padlock on the door, with a little help from a large rock, and they slipped inside. The place smelled like rat pee, decay and musty seed. "Hope there's something salvageable here," Shane muttered to himself as he looked about. "Ah, here we go." He found a heavy duty bag of dried corn and other things. "Deer feed." He claimed, "Should attract other things too. AND the animals will lure the walkers into our traps. Though I'm not sure how that plays in our favour…." He shrugged and tried to heft it up, but failed miserably.
Clementine nodded, "Need help?"
"Yeah…" He froze as he heard voices nearing the mill. "Hide, quick!" he hissed and scrambled behind some barrels, Clem followed suit.
"Right, scout the place out. If you find anyone….well… deal with them." The gruff sounding man had said.
There were at least three people, a woman and two men. "Jamie, over here, look at this." The gruff man said, Clementine dared to peer around the barrel, he'd found their footprints. "They're very fresh, Warren," Jamie replied, looking about. "Small too….Children?" She looked about, "I doubt they're still here, Jamie." That was another woman. Clementine accidentally knocked something over, everyone froze, held their breaths…No one dared to move.
"Come on out…We won't hurt you…" Warren said in a softer tone.
Shane gritted his teeth, "Screw you bastards!" He called.
"Whoa now, easy, wasn't tryin' to upset you." He gestured towards the barrels. Jamie and the other man went forth to get them. "Well, well, well, two dirty little rats."
"Warren…don't scare them now, they're kids!" Jamie snapped at Warren, releasing Clementine gently. "Sorry, darlin' he's just a little…high strung. Don't worry about him."
Shane glared at the man who let him go. He was tall, and thin with thick-rimmed glasses. "Piss off Four-Eyes!" he snapped. The man simply rolled his eyes and backed away.
"Who are you?" Warren asked a lower voice that somehow sounded like a knife. Clementine was shaking, and looked to Shane, who nodded reluctantly. "I-I'm Clementine...""Shane." He replied, spitting at Warren, who simply grinned.
"You two have spirit, I'll give you that."
"What are you going to do with us?" Clementine asked, looking up at the man who held their lives in his hand.
"Don't you worry about getting' killed darling.' Ain't no one gonna hurt you. Tha's a promise." Warren replied, in a voice that sounded somewhat kinder than before.