"You said it was just up here?" Asks Luke as we walk on a dangerous path to find Nick. Honestly, this whole thing was a waste of precious time. We could have moved on. Instead, we're looking for some guy who's already dead.
"Yeah. Just a little ways," Clementine answers, walking next to Luke. I trailed off in the back of everyone else, studying every inch of the deep forest. There was a dead walker here and there, but nothing else too important that I saw. "How's your stomach doing?" I hear Carlos, with his thick accent, ask me. "It's good, yeah." I say. That wasn't important right now. What was important was trying to survive out here, which we all weren't, because our time is being wasted by looking for some dead guy. Eventually, we'll all just get killed by a swarm of walkers. Or maybe Carver.
But I know the trick for the walker one, that no one probably knows. I would be able to make it out if that ever happened. All I needed was some dead guys blood. Huh. Nick would come in handy once we find his corpse, wouldn't he?
While Clementine and that bitch, Rebecca, was talking to each other, I studied what was up ahead. It looked like an old truck, all rusted up.
"There." Clementine points to it. He was dead. The person that will open that door was going to be dead in less than a second. It's probably waiting at the door right now...waiting to feast on our flesh. Hearing the crunch of the soil as we come closer and closer.
They stepped up to the back of the truck, ready to pull the handles. "Be ready," Luke says. I stare at two dead walkers on the ground. At least it looked like Clementine or Nick killed of few of them. But Nick probably got bit.
They pull the door to the truck, and it opens. There wasn't anything in there, at least from what I saw from my perspective.
Then, I saw them go stiff. "What?" I ask, worried that Nick was a walker on the ground.
Then, I hear a voice.
It mumbles something that I don't really hear. "Nick, you asshole." Luke lets a chuckle slip while he enters the truck.
Nick comes out of the truck. He was alive? But...but how? He had to be bit. Nobody would survive something that happened last night.
Guess these people were special.
But nobody was special.
They were just people. People who are being chased. People who experienced horrible things...
Being nice was a good option to pick from now on. And being positive, like Clementine said.