A/N- Okay, on we go.

apathy- Liking your ideas and I forgot about the PA system, but I'll make sure to use that during this chapter. Thanks for your reviews!

FunFX2012- Yep, I imagine if Rebecca could stay there and watch Carver get beaten to death she was capable of a lot more.

Maximo- Thanks for your review!

Eggomypeggo- no problem and I looked at the fanfic you mentioned and just... eurgh. I can see why you're relived to find no rape or paedophilia in this one.

Lockdown- Cheers for another review!

Martial Arts Master- I'm glad you pointed that out and I'll be sure to clarify it during this chapter. I like to imagine that Rebecca did love him at some point, but soon when he started changing, she began to detest him.

Obsessed naruhina fangirl- Thanks for another awesome review and as for that suggestion at the end... It sounds good. Judging by the unexpected success of this fic, I am reconsidering not writing a sequel. But I'm not sure yet, I'm off to Uni in a few weeks so I'll barely get any free time then. But writing some one shot's which may gap this story to my sequel (if I ever come round to writing one) seems like a great idea!

AquaDestinysEmbrace- Happy birthday for yesterday! Glad I was able to give you some sort of birthday present with Nick and Sarah's return and Tavia dying (that sounded sadistic didn't it?) either way I'm glad you're still enjoying the story and I can't wait for the next chapter of Bad Things Will Always Happen.

Emily Carver- Thanks for another review! and I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter!

And finally thanks to my long term reviewer Rebloxic. You've stuck with this story from the start, so I appericate all of your reviews.

Jane fired her gun, and it hit Troy in the groin. Troy's expression of utter rage transformed too that of agony in seconds, as he bent double his two hands clasping around his bleeding crotch.

"AAHHHH!" He screamed, as he finally fell to the floor, curled into himself.

"Y-You shot my dick off!" He squealed, to the high heavens above. Jane retained her pokerface, as she gazed coldly at him.

"You have absolutely no idea how much I wanted to do that" Jane muttered to a frozen Nick, as Luke gripped at squealing Sarita in his arms, as he tried to cover her bleeding stump with something, all she could scream was "GET TO KENNY! GET TO KENNY!"

Clementine heeded these words of advice, she ran forward, stopping by where Troy was squeaking in agony on the floor, his eyes clenched shut in agony. A puddle of blood expanding around his crippled form. He was still screeching, and these pained howls only hurt Clementine's ears even more. She quickly pulled out her gun and aimed down at Troy's head.

Well, she promised she was going to hurt him. But for now this seemed more like a mercy kill than anything else.

She fired, the bang echoed around the store, as Troy laid cold and still. The fact that Clementine no longer had to endure his grating voice was a relief to her. Then again that bullet symbolised relief for both of them, as Troy was no longer in agony and neither was Clementine.

With that sorted, she skidded down to the ground to check on Kenny. Blood coated the entire right side of his face and his right eye was unrecognisable mess of flesh. "Kenny" she called to him urgently, shaking him slightly. There was no response, his wound had been near identical to the beating Carver had given him the first time around. There was no doubt that "his orbital was crushed" as Carlos had phrased it. So his eye would once again would be ruined. Yet, he had lived through this maiming the first time. No doubt he would pull through it again.

Yet, there was no Carlos around to patch it up this time.

And all of their meds were currently going up in flames.

These two thoughts, made Clementine panic as she whipper her around wildly, Looking for some form of shelter where she could patch up Kenny. (With whatever scarps of meds they had left) only one doorway stood out for her.

"WE HAVE TO GET THEM BACK TO THE ARMOURY!" She yelled, as a round of gunfire, tore the ground to bits, close to her feet. She tried to lift an unconscious Kenny, but he was simply to heavy for her, thankfully Nick and Jane quickly helped support him. Clementine shot upwards towards any remaining threats as Nick and Jane dragged Kenny towards the armoury door, with Luke grasping onto a still struggling Sarita in his grip.

Time seemed to slow down, but eventually Nick, Sarah, Kenny, Sarita, Luke, Jane and Clementine all rushed inside the armoury. Clementine took a quick look around and saw Wyatt still working on Eddie. Thankfully Eddie looked a more colourful shade, so it looked as if he was going to pull through. But what startled Clementine was the form of Vince bent over the clearly dead form of...

"RUSSELL!" Luke yelled in surprised alarm, as a sobbing Vince looked at them with watery black eyes.

"Fuck..." Jane swore.

"Holy shit! Are they okay!?" A worse for wear Stephanie exclaimed, dried tears left their tracks on her blackened face, and she was still drenched in Stan's blood, which was beginning to dry and stink. Upon seeing Sarita without an arm and Kenny's bloodied face, it was little to no wonder she exclaimed this in concern for them.

"Sarita got bit. I had to hack off the arm and half of Kenny's face has been bashed in" Luke told her in a rush, as he gently set Sarita on the ground, as she withered in agony, her stump of an arm was still bleeding.

"Holy shit! Were out of meds! How are we meant to patch up that!?" Wyatt asked in shocked disbelief, turning to face them.

"Actually... we have meds!" Sarah exclaimed, suddenly remembering the bin bag in her hand.

If there had ever been a moment of more widespread relief. Clementine didn't know it, because when Sarah opened the bag and pulled out a dozen white bottles along with many other meds (including a few bandages) the collective sigh of relief that came from everyone's lips. Must have sucked out all the air from the store.

"You're two are both lifesavers!" Luke yelled happily, pulling Nick into another hug, as Nick only smiled sheepishly. Wyatt was already approaching a still struggling Sarita, as Stephanie's eyes widened when she recognised Nick and Sarah.

"Nick? Sarah? Is that you!?" she asked in utter disbelief as Nick beamed back at her.

"We chose a bad time didn't we?" Nick asked her in joking manner, as Stephanie smiled lightly.

"It's... great to see you guys again" she told the pair of them. Feeling the first ray of something happy since Shel had been so cruelly taken from her.

"I don't think we've got enough bandages here to patch up this!" Wyatt warned the group, as Sarah slowly used a poured some peroxide onto a cloth and began to dab around Kenny's eye. Clementine had to admire her, she seemed to be taking after her father in the way of the medical world.

Meanwhile Sarita managed to moan (through her clenched teeth) "Do.. anything... this... hurts... so...much..."

"She bleed out, if we don't do something!" Nick yelled.

"We could cauterise it"

Mike said it, Clementine was surprised as he seemed to just appear out of the darkness as if he suddenly appeared there. As for Mike himself, when he saw the state Sarita and Kenny were in, he knew he couldn't just sit around and cower. He had to be of some assistance, as some sort of adrenaline rush made his head feel heavy as he finally stood up and galloped over to the the two wounded pen dwellers.

"Cauterise?" Sarah asked him blankly, Mike acknowledged her with a nod.

"It means we burn the flesh, so it blisters and seals the wound. Hence the bleeding stops" Mike told them, as he produced a small lighter from his pocket (he always kept one on him, until Carver and co, took it away. Now he had been reunited with it in this armoury).

"That would hurt though" Luke told him, as Sarita whimpered pitifully.

"It would hurt like hell. But it would save her life" Mike reasoned, as Luke nodded and turned slowly to Sartia, he held her tightly, as she began to struggle and shake her head.

"NO!... NO!" She screehed, as she tried wriggle free, as Mike approached her with lighter.

"I am sorry Sarita, but this has to be done" Mike said grimly as he placed the lighter next to her stump.

Sarita let out an ear piercing scream, as she struggled wildly, thankfully though Luke must have been fairly strong, as he managed to keep her held down, as Jane focused on pinning her legs to the ground, as more tears fell from her eyes at the painful treatment, as the sickly scent of burnt flesh wafted to Clementine's nose.

"Ew... gross" Sarah commented. Clementine couldn't tell whether it was over Kenny wound, or the smell. Or both.

Eventually Clementine saw the bleeding slowly stop, as the stump became covered in painful looking blisters, Sarita had passed out during this painful sort of surgery, her head drooped onto Luke's chest. When he was certain that the bleeding had stopped, Mike moved the lighter away from her stump and wiped a layer of sweat from his forehead.

"Okay Wyatt, looks like she won't bleed out now" Mike commented as Wyatt began to work on the blistered stump. With Sarita passed out (and more pale looking than ever) Clementine couldn't help but feel concerned for her, as she asked Wyatt "Will she be okay?"

"She's lost a lot of blood. But I reckon she'll live" was the verdict which had Clementine convinced, with Sarita sorted, everyone turned back to Kenny.

Sarah had successfully cleaned the wound, now revealing a gaping gory hole on where his right eye had once been.

"Shit" was Mike's deadpan response to the wound.

Shit indeed.

"I cleaned it so it won't get infected and I think it's stopped bleeding" Sarah timidly told the group, holding the bloodied cloth she had used on him, to her chest.

"Well just have to bandage it and pray for the best. His still breathing so he live, but we don't know how badly his been affected, or if there's any brain damage" Was Luke's verdict as he gazed upon the Floridian's horrific wound before muttering "Man... fuck Troy"

There was a short silence in the room after that, Kenny, Sarita and Eddie were all badly injured and out of it. Vince hadn't moved, he was still crouched over Russell's body. Yet this silence was cut as Bonnie flew into the room.

"Guys there's a...!" she begun before she paused dead in her tracks, she glanced around the room in shock.

"RUSSELL!" She screamed in grief, before she quickly turned to rest of them "Nick. Sarah" she babbled in shock, her dark blue eyes were wide open as she tried to absorb everything she had seen. Yet again Clementine had to admire Bonnie's observant trait, as she had realised who Nick and Sarah were in a heartbeat whereas everyone else who had seen them so far had not recognised them instantly.

"What's up?" Mike asked, as Bonnie snapped out of her shocked stupor, and continued with her point.

"Right... um... oh yeah! There's a fire blazin' down by the pen! If we don't put it out, they'll be nothing left to take over!" Bonnie yelled, Clementine remembered the blaze had started in the room full of the meds. It appeared that they had a new problem.

"That's my jam then" Mike said standing up tall, as he eyed the distant orange tongues of the growing fire. "I was a fireman before all this, so I know how to deal with this" he told the group at large, as Bonnie nodded.

"Okay, we gotta hurry though, that blaze is outta control!" Bonnie urged of him, as he nodded and muttered "Okay".

"You're gonna need cover, I'll come with you" Luke offered as he stood up.

"I'll tag along too" Jane piped up, as Mike and Bonnie nodded.

"I'm coming as well" Clementine began to offer, before Luke shot her down.

"Nah, Clem you stay here and keep an eye on Kenny. I don't want you in any more danger" Luke told her sternly, Clementine glared back at him, but eventually realised that this was for the best. She was fairly weary and although she felt bad about missing out on this. She was certain these four grown up's could handle the situation.

"Okay" she finally drawled sadly. Feeling like a 6 year old, who had just discovered that Christmas was postponed.

"Right then, let's go!" Luke yelled, as he, Jane, Bonnie and Mike flew out of the door. As Clementine leant next to a still unconscious Kenny.

"Please be lucky" she prayed, to him and the others.

"JESUS!"

Bonnie leapt back, as a tendril of orange flame nearly burnt her to crisps, Mike was quickly on it, he used the damp cloths he had given himself and Bonnie, to fan out the expanding flames. He was completely drenched in sweat, as he tackled the scorching blaze and too make it worse he didn't have any of his previous protective gear or uniform.

Yet, this was his speciality, taking out fire's and he be dammed if he was going to let this fire engulf this store. This was his challenge, his test to prove his worth to this group. There wasn't any way in hell his was going to fail this.

He was a man who preferred actions to words, so as he fanned down the flames with all his force, slowly pushing the fire back, as Bonnie watched in awe behind him at how fast and fiercely he tackled the fire. Using his one arm to cover his face, while he ventured into forward into the midst of the fire. Determined to beat it. By watching him Bonnie was inspired, she gritted her teeth, and held onto the large cloth in her hands much tighter as she ploughed into the destructive flames.

Behind the pair of them, Jane and Luke stood side by side. Their eyes trained on the seemingly empty main area of the hardware store. Several bodies, whose brains had been destroyed, lay still. Only the roar of the fire behind them, and Bonnie and Mike's panting could be heard.

"I think... were gonna win this!" he exclaimed to a smiling Jane. Jane thought about it, maybe they really had won...

A movement behind a shelf caught their eyes, "HEY!" Jane bellowed, as the stranger emerged. The woman dropped her main rifle to the floor, as she shook from head to foot.

"Please! I surrender!" she pleaded. Jane recognised her as one of Carver's guards. One of the guards who was very loyal to Carver.

Luke's gun lowered slightly, as the woman approached, however Jane bellowed "GET BACK!" as the woman froze on the spot.

"What are you doing Jane!? She surrendered! It's okay you can come forward!" Luke encouraged her, as the woman smiled and proceeded forwards a few steps.

"We have to shoot her Luke! This is too much of a damn risk!" Jane told him heatedly as Luke shook his head.

"No, we can't kill innocents Jane!" he yelled back to her, as the woman came within reaching distance of the pair of them. "Thank you, you're very kind" the woman said softly causing Luke to smile like an idiot at her.

"It's alright, I know you've done bad. But were not like Carver. We'll forgive you and..." Luke began to muse to the woman, but Jane saw the dangerous glint in the woman's eyes, as her hand quickly dived towards her belt, as Luke spoke on.

"GET DOWN!" Jane yelled instantly, as she shoved Luke to the ground, and threw herself over him to protect him. A gunshot fired. As the woman smiled wickedly, before she was shot clean through the forehead, before she even knew what hit her. The woman fell to the floor as dead as a dodo. As Bonnie quickly ran over to the pair.

"Are you okay?" she asked a white faced Luke in alarm, She had heard the commotion behind her and had quickly moved in too help. As Mike continued to tackle the fire behind them.

"Fine" Luke panted, as he brushed himself down. He turned to Jane.

She stood as still as a statue, a red hole growing on her chest, as Luke's whole world seemed to fail.

She looked over at Luke, they gazed at each for what must have been two seconds at the most, but to Luke it felt like an agonising decade was passing, as him and Jane's lives together flashed before his eyes.

She fell, Luke swept over instantly as he caught her crumpled form in his arms.

"Jane..." he panted, the tears already falling, as he gazed wildly around. He found Bonnie's form.

"BONNIE! GO GET HELP!" He screamed at her, but Bonnie could only look on sadly, Jane's eyes were already half closed. That shot had been fatal.

"FUCK! GO GET HELP BONNIE! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" Luke screamed, as Bonnie could only stare in disbelief in shock. A new wave of sadness overcoming her form, as she felt the tears sting at her eyes.

A pale, shaking hand brushed across Luke's cheek, causing him to look down at Jane.

"Hey Luke" she croaked sadly, a small smile on her face as he world dimmed to blackness.

"Jane..." Luke sobbed, treasuring every moment that he could gaze into her bronze eyes. Treasuring every moment she continued to breathe, but those moments slipped through his fingers too fast. As Jane gave one very pronounced last gasp, before she went still.

"Jane..." Luke repeated shaking her slightly, there was no reply from her. Her mouth hung open limply, as her eyes were solidly closed.

"Jane...!" Luke pleaded for the third time, shaking her harder, yet it was like shaking a lifeless body bag. Which she know was. It was over for him.

"No... No... NO! JAAAAAAANNE!" He screamed, as he hugged her body with all of his might, cuddling her corpse, as if she were a teddy bear he needed for comfort. He cried and weeped and sobbed, he continued to cry, even when a hesitant Bonnie put a bullet through Jane's pale forehead.

It was all his fault.

Jane was right, he should never had trusted that woman and now, thanks to his stupid mistake. Jane was dead. The amount of self loathing he had for himself, quickly turned to anger... he wanted too... just rip himself to shreds! To tear himself apart! Jane's death and the manner of it happening had filled Luke with a guilt he knew would be present for the rest of his life.

"You gonna finish me off sweetheart?" Carver asked of Rebecca lightly, from where he was sprawled on the floor. Unable to move, as Rebecca had shot his kneecaps a mere moments ago. He somehow managed to ask this question through his clenched teeth, as his knees bleed in agony.

"Not yet, I want to know something Bill" she snarled, juggling Alvin in one hand and the gun in her other.

"What?" he spat, letting his hatred of her show.

"Why?"

He knew what she was asking, as he snarled up to her...

"Why? I had too Rebecca! I was the only one with any balls here to make the hard decisions! I did this all for you and the baby! And this is how you repay me!?"

Rebecca looked down at him disgusted.

"So, killing Reggie, Becca and those rebels was for the baby!? For me!?" Rebecca screamed, as Carver continued to glare at her.

"They were threats" he spat.

"They were innocent Bill! If you really cared about the baby and me, you wouldn't have killed that many people, or fucked Tavia! You're not Alvin's father!" she told him, with a concluding note in her tone.

"Oh but I am, you can't deny that" Carver hissed back.

"The Bill I knew, maybe you could have been his father. Before all the fucking and the deals I made, you used to be so sweet Bill, those talks we used to have. That's when I fell in love with you. When you got me pregnant, that wasn't love. That was part of a deal!" Rebecca explained as Bill looked up at her once again.

"You... actually felt something back then?" he asked, as Rebecca nodded.

"And did you?" she asked back.

"Of course, I did baby. You're were so strong, you still are" he complimented her, Rebecca was silent. As she prepared to speak into the PA.

"Look after him..." William Carver uttered this so quietly and in such a sad mumble, that for a second Rebecca couldn't believe the cold hearted leader had actually said it. Yet when she looked down at him, his eyes were locked on the bundle that was Alvin Junior.

"I will" was all she said.

With that done, with she leaned into the PA, switching it on, she spoke through the microphone, just as she had done in the old days.

"Everyone, the rebellion is over. Come up to the office. It's time to finish this" she informed everyone in the store, as several heads looked up. Rebecca switched off the PA after he announcement, as Carver gazed up at her.

"Aren't you going to finish me off?" he asked, his tone neutral.

"You're not worth my effort any more Bill" were the last words she said to him. Before she picked up her gun and held Alvin Junior, tighter as she turned her back to him.

Luke heard the announcement, he looked up at Carver's office as he slowly placed Jane's body onto the ruined ground next to him.

His eyes were burning, his vision was red.

Mere feet away, everyone (other than the unconscious trio) heard Rebecca's announcement.

"We've done it" Clementine said in disbelief, the rebellion had succeeded. yet in her head she also thought "I've done it" her second chance had succeeded, there may have been casualties, but the majority of her friends were alive.

She stood up, as Nick began to lead the way to Carver's office, they were all ready to finish this once and for all, but as Clementine stood up, a large hand suddenly clasped around her shoulder. Panicking she looked down, to see Kenny using her as support to lift himself to his feet.

"Well... what are you all staring at?" he asked the shocked group, who were gazing at him as if he had grown two heads.

There was a short silence, as everyone paused in their tracks, looking at Kenny in disbelief, Wyatt finally spoke up.

"That is fucking metal dude" was all Wyatt could say.

"Thanks" Kenny replied.

"Are you okay?" Clementine asked, as Kenny steadied himself on his own two feet.

"I'm fine Clem. Now let's finish this fucker off, once and for all!" he shouted with joy present in his tone. The remaining members of the group beamed back at him. After coming all this way, it was finally time to finish this.

To kill William Carver.