Clementine was not a murderer.
Sure, she had killed the stranger in the past. Sure, she had offed a few walkers. But this little girl was not a killer.
...Was what Molly thought to herself until the eleven year old pierced his skull with a spear. The sound of bone breaking and a loud, desperate scream alerted Pete and Nick to Clem and Molly's activity. Wide eyed, Nick tried to run over to them, nearly slipping over the water. "What the fuck, kid?! Was that a lurker?" The young man demanded to know.
"I.. N-no.." Clem muttered, dropping the spear. She felt a large amount of guilt for what she did, and Molly could tell. Pete observed from afar, rolling his eyes. No use in arguing, so he went back to hunting for a live person. Nick would find out the meaning of this.
"Wait, he was alive?" Was the only question Pete asked as he searched the muddy grasslands.
"Yes. And we don't have to explain shit." Molly replied. She sounded a lot more understanding and confident than she really was.
Nick got in her face, glaring at her whilst biting his lip. He opened his mouth only to speak. "Yes, you do! The whole reason we stayed behind here was so that we could find someone alive with information. You fucked us!" The man shoved the woman. She spat in his face, leaving saliva on his cheek. For some reason, he let it sit there for a few moments until he finally wiped it off as Clem began defending herself, finding new confidence in Molly's words.
"I had my reasons. He couldn't speak, he was useless. Besides, he was a bad man. He helped kill my friend." Now Pete was listening. Clem had never spoken like this before, not in their presence or in the old group's presence. What got into her? 'Was Christa's exe's death really that detrimental to the group's sanity?' The old man thought to himself.
Nick turned his wrath to Clementine. "So you kill him after we get information! God, what is-"
"Ah!" BANG. Out of nowhere, Pete yelled out and fired his rifle. A walker laid dead beside his foot.
"Pete! A-are you okay?" His nephew yelled with concern, aiming his own gun to the other side of the river. Clementine and Molly spotted the wound in an instant. Nick must have missed it in his panic.
"I-I'm fine.. Just-just lost my footing! Damnit.. Goddamnit.." Pete growled to himself, staring at the mark on his pale ankle.
"That shot.. You'll draw the dead! Get outta there!" Molly warned, grabbing Hilda immediately. Nick began heavily breathing, making a mad dash towards his uncle. In his efforts, he trips and slams his front side into the water.
"U-Uncle Pete!" The sounds of walkers were fastly approaching, many already making an appearance through the treeline. Pete whipped his head around to face them, tripping over his leg.
"AH!" A gut wrenching scream could be heard as Pete was tackled to the ground, wrestling with a lurker. "G-get outta here, go warn the others!"
"What about you?!" Clem shouted back, getting ready to hop to his aid.
"GO!" Was the only word that escaped his lips as he continued to fight off walkers.
"Clem.. Fuck, c'mon, let's go!" Molly ordered, picking up a desperate Nick. The young man had dropped his rifle in the lake, and it had already begun floating down the current. He fought to protect his uncle, but Molly held him back.
"What?! Are you kidding? He'll die!"
"Yeah, we can't let that happen!" Clementine protested alongside the man, shooting Molly a death glare she didn't think was possible from the child.
"We have to go before they're on top of us! Think, don't be stupid!" Molly completely ignored her, trying to tug on her pink sleeve. Clem was stuck between two choices: Save Pete, or allow him to be devoured? The choice should be obvious, but.. It's not that easy. Not without a gun. That's why she had a plan. She'd take Molly's Hilda and fight the walkers off until Pete could run. But what if it's too risky..?
Choices:
A: Save Pete.
B: Run away with Molly and Nick.
Relationships:
Lee: 10/10
Carley: 10/10
Chuck: 10/10
Christa: 8/10
Molly: 9/10 (From feeling weirded out by your choice. Not disgust, but.. Maybe fear.)
Luke: 7/10
Nick: 6/10 (From murdering Jeremy)
Pete: 7/10 (From murdering Jeremy)
Carlos: 6/10
Sarah: 8/10
Alvin: 6/10
Rebecca: 2/10
One hour later…
Lee and Alvin came back to the cabin with only one rabbit. It wasn't much, but Lee found out he's much better with his pistol or a rifle than this odd combat pistol. Alvin wasn't one to judge. He hated guns.
"Where's Clem and the others?" Was the first question Lee asked Carley, who leaned on the kitchen counter alone. Alvin immediately found his wife upstairs. Carley looked.. Odd. Like she was nervous.
"Uh.. Not here yet. Luke and Chuck went out looking for them twenty minutes ago. You didn't see them either?" The mocha skinned girl questioned. The sounds of footsteps didn't even go through to Lee.
"No.. I didn't. We need to go. Where did they head?" Already nervous himself, Lee headed for the door, only for Carley to grab his wrist hard, nearly breaking his watch.
"Wait.. Lee. There's something we need to talk about." Her voice sounded almost aggressive, but also.. Scared.
"Not now, dammit! They could be in danger." He yelled, his anxiety biting him. Lee tried to wiggle his way out of her grasp but was stopped by a muscular hand gripping the doorknob and locking it.
"Yes. Now. Luke and Charles will handle it. Lee, sit down." Carlos ordered, giving Lee a stare similar to a glare, a challenging stare.
"We have business to discuss." Christa grabbed Lee's shoulder, all three of them bringing him to the dining room.
'What the hell..?'
QOTC: What changes would you be okay with being made to Carver? How would you like to see him change? I personally have a bunch of darker ideas for episode three, it may even be the longest episode of this series. Stay tuned for that. Next chapter is the last of episode one.