Episode 2: The Perils Ahead- The Extra Mile

It took a while to find where Kenny had gone, but Clementine eventually came across him at a pharmacy. "Oh hey, Clem." He greeted her once she entered the store.

She smiled at Kenny, taking note that the one-eyed man was currently searching through some cardboard boxes. "Hey." She responded as she approached him.

"Michael sure talked a lot of shit..." Kenny mumbled as he continued his search. "This whole place is picked clean. The entire fucking mall. But he just had to bring us here, he just wouldn't accept it. What a waste of fuckin' time." He snarled, kicking one of the boxes in frustration.

"Me and Michael found a gun and some weapons. There is some stuff here. You just have to look real hard."

Kenny sighed. "But is that enough, Clem? 'Cause we ain't gonna make it far with only weapons. We need food and meds, and I can't find any of it. The stuff we got from Wellington won't last forever, and who knows if that new virus is still out there. Michael needs meds for his hand and AJ's food will run out eventually too."

"We'll find what we need Kenny, we will." She told him encouragingly. "Here, let me help you look." She suggested, opening up one of the boxes and searching it.

Kenny smiled at her optimism and began searching through the boxes closest to him. "Remind me to never trust Michael's insane ideas again..."

"You need to give him a break. He's been through a lot."

"We've all been through a lot, he ain't special." Kenny retorted.

"His mom died, and he never got to say goodbye. His dad abandoned him and then he got bit and had to cut off his own hand. How do you think he feels right now?"

"Yeah... I guess a kid like that probably feels real shitty." Kenny murmured guiltily.

"Yeah, he probably does, and he doesn't need anymore stress."

Kenny quickly changed the subject "Find anything?" He asked.

"No, nothing useful, just stuff." She replied with a hint of disappointment.

"Goddammit!" Kenny snarled and then sighed. "...Come on, Clem, lets go find Mikey and tell him that we managed to find fuckin' nothin'." He grumbled, walking out of the store as Clementine followed. The two passed by a nearby fire exit and listened to the considerable amount of moans coming from the other side.

That was when Michael burst through the fire doors and quickly slammed his body weight against it. The door shook violently as walkers pounded on the exit. The teen looked around frantically and spotted them standing there, staring at him in disbelief. "Help me block this!" He cried, trying his best to keep it shut.

Kenny sprinted over and forced his body weight on the door, keeping it closed. "Have a look around Clem, there's gotta be something we can use!"

Clementine glanced around the area, her eyes falling upon a vending machine "Would this work?" She asked, pointing at it.

Kenny let out a grunt of effort and then nodded "Yeah! I'll come and help you. Michael, keep that door shut!" He ordered, running over to the vending machine. Clementine pushed the machine, and with Kenny's help, they were able to push it onto its side.

"On three, Clem. 1... 2... 3!" He yelled, pushing the machine towards the door, with Clementine pushing as well.

"Michael, move!" Clementine cried.

Michael followed the commands and pushed himself off the door, while Clementine and Kenny shoved the vending machine in front of the fire exit, blocking it fully. The door quaked and rattled, the hinges screeched as the constant walker attack continued. "Do you think that'll hold?" Michael asked.

"It damn well better." Kenny grunted, his body heaving as he caught his breath. "What the fuck was that, kid? What the fuck were you doing out there?!" He demanded.

"Hey, don't get mad at me, I was trying to do us a favor!" Michael retorted.

"We're not mad, Michael, we just want to know what you were doing outside." Clementine told him calmly.

"You ain't mad, Clem, but I am!" Kenny snarled some more.

"I was in one of the stores and I looked through one of the windows and saw a walker. It had a rucksack. And I thought, maybe, it might have some good shit on him. So I went outside and tried to take him out. Problem is, he had a helmet on him, so when I tried shooting, the bullet just bounced off his head. Then more walkers came so I came running back here." He explained.

"That was fuckin' stupid." Kenny chided.

"Well, now that you two are here maybe we could get this guy." Michael suggested. " 'Cause I'm telling you, he was a survivor. He's got to have some stuff on him."

"We're not risking our lives for jack shit, Michael. You don't know if that walker is carrying anything, so lets just go back to the Bed 'n' Breakfast before we get killed in this godforsaken walker trap." Kenny instructed with distaste.

"I'm not going anywhere without that bag."

"We're not putting ourselves in danger for a bag that might not even have supplies!" Kenny retorted.

"I'll get that bag with or without you!"

"That's fine by me!"

[Go after the bag]

[Go back to the Bed 'n' Breakfast]

"Kenny, it's worth a shot. We should at least try and get that bag from the walker. It might have supplies in it that we could use..." Clementine chimed in.

(?) Michael will remember that.

"See? Clem thinks it's a good idea. And even if the bag doesn't have anything, which it won't, at least we tried!"

"Fine! We'll go after the damn walker. But if things get shitty, then it'll be your fault, Mikey!"

After they waited for the banging to cease, Kenny moved the vending machine aside and cautiously opened the first floor fire exit for the three of them.

The walkers outside were still crowded around the said fire exit and only a handful of them had dispersed. Michael glanced around the area and then pointed towards a dumpster. "There he is." He said, singling out the helmet walker.

Kenny readied himself, rifle in both hands as they all quietly walked out. "We can't exactly just walk over to him. We need to distract that cluster over there." He pointed, gesturing over at the fire exit walkers with the barrel of his weapon.

"Maybe we could set off one of those car alarms?" Michael suggested.

"With what, kid?"

"I don't know. There's got to be something..."

(o) Pick up brick.

Clementine looked around, spotting a brick by her feet. "This could work." She said, picking it up.

Michael nodded in approval. "Yeah, that's good. Toss it."

Clementine threw the brick over-arm, and the object collided with a car, shattering one of its windows on impact. The alarm started shortly after, and the walkers began to move towards it.

"Like moths to a flame..." Michael muttered, taking out his knife. "Let's go."

The three slowly approached the helmet walker, which seemed uninterested in the car alarm. Michael paused, his gaze falling on the walkers moving towards the car. Clementine followed his gaze and noticed that a couple of walkers that were slower than the rest were beginning to lose interest and were more curious about the three survivors.

"I'll go take out the stragglers." Michael stated, leaving the group to take out the threats.

Kenny and Clementine approached the helmet walker. Once they reached it, Clementine prodded it with her screwdriver, getting it's attention. It turned towards her, reaching out was undead hands. She quickly kicked it in the knee, causing it's leg to buckle.

Once it was on the ground, Kenny pinned it down with his foot "Get the back pack, Clem!" He ordered, keeping the struggling walker on the ground.

Clementine grabbed the backpack and attempted to pull it off the walker, but the straps with tightened around its shoulders. "I can't get it off!" She exclaimed.

Michael came running over, his knife blood soaked. "Let me take a swing at it." He said, slicing one of the straps. After three swings the strap was cut, and Clementine managed to pull the back pack off the walker.

"Let's get the fuck outta here!" Kenny ordered, sprinting away from the scene, with Michael and Clementine following close behind.

They ran and ran until they didn't hear the dead groans anymore. They continued to run until they reached the road, and then paused to catch their breath. "That was... Intense." Michael murmured, turning towards Clementine. "Let's see what we got."

She handed him the backpack. Michael placed it on the ground and knelt down beside it, unzipping it as he did so.

"Well?" Kenny questioned.

Michael smiled, zipped up the bag and swung the still intact strap over his shoulder "It was all worth it." He told the older man. "I'll show you what we got once we get back."

"Just show as the damn bag..." Kenny was ticked that he risked his life over something he couldn't see. He had half a mind to just take the backpack away from the kid.

"Just think of it as a surprise."

As the three walked, Clementine glanced at Michael's right hand to see that his makeshift bandage was soaked in blood, and drops of the liquid were dripping from it. "Michael, your hand." She told him sternly.

"What?" Michael stared at his right hand and grimaced "Shit..." He cursed.

"We should get back to the Bed 'n' Breakfast as quick as we can." Kenny stated, picking up the pace and leading them down the road.

It was close to sunset when they arrived back. Michael was first to enter and dumped the backpack on the kitchen unit nearby. Kenny shut the door behind him and locked it as Clementine followed Michael over to the kitchen.

"Good to have you three back." Dusty commented with a smile coming down the stairs.

"So what did you get?" Helga asked with a huff.

Michael silently unzipped the back pack and tipped the supplies onto the unit. "A lot of stuff." He replied.

Maree came over and examined their find. She smiled and picked up some peroxide and stitches. "And here I was thinking we'd have to use make-shift stuff for your hand." She murmured, glancing down at Michael's injury. Her smile fell. "My god, what happened to it?" She asked.

"I think the blistered skin split." Clementine spoke up.

Maree sighed. "I knew you shouldn't have gone out. You should have let Clementine and Kenny handle it."

"If I had left Kenny to his own devices, then they wouldn't have found all this shit." Michael retorted, glaring at Kenny.

"I guess I shouldn't have doubted you." Kenny murmured, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Bygones, kid."

"Go on up stairs, I'll follow you up in a bit and see to your hand." Maree told him.

"But-" Michael began, only to get shut down by Maree.

"Go on, Michael. Up!" She pointed towards the stairs.

The teenager sighed and trudged upstairs. Maree picked up some more supplies from the bag and then quickly followed. As she was making her way upstairs, Clementine called after her "Maree!"

She glanced down at the twelve year-old "Yeah?"

"He'll be okay, right?" She asked worriedly.

"I don't think he's lost too much blood so, yes. I think he'll be fine. We'll just have to wait and see."

"He ain't going anywhere Clem. Let's just take a breather for a second..." Kenny comforted as he made his way to welcoming old leather couch that was calling his name.

After a hard day's work, they deserved a night to relax... but those nights were oh so rare...

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