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Chapter 2: Returning to Base and Tragic News
After they had escaped from the T-800's and departed from Baldwin Village, Clark drove the M35 transport truck as he could down the war torn streets of Los Angeles with the Andrews family sitting as comfortably as they could on the benches...and watching in silent sadness as Clem and Molly attempted to stabilize Lee, whom had been laying flat on his back after his daughter helped him climb into the back of the 6x6.
"C'mon Sarge. Stay with us." Pvt. Ganz stated softly as she and Clem took out the first aid kit that their squad had placed underneath the right bench and immediately took out the necessary items they required, with the brunette slowly dousing a surgical sponge in hydrogen peroxide and softly pressed it against the small sized hole to her chalk leader's lower abdomen, which caused him to gasp/cry out in pain as his fingers curled against the cold metal plating of the cargo bed.
"Clark, go faster!" Clementine cried out over her left shoulder in exasperation as she begged her 2nd remaining squad member to drive the transport truck faster as she assisted Molly in tending to their sergeant and her father's life threatening wound.
"I'm going as fast as I can Clem!" Harris replied as he informed the young African American teenage girl that he was driving the 6x6 at its max speed...even though it wasn't much: especially since they knew that the M35 transport trucks that the Resistance had managed to salvage and get running weren't built for speed.
"...cough...C-Clem, its okay. Come here." Lee muttered while coughing weakly as called out for his teenage daughter, whom somberly turned back to face her squad leader and father.
"Lee, just hang on a little longer. We're almost at the base and the doctor's will patch you up." Clem softly stated as she begged her father to hold onto life a little bit longer as they weren't too far from their base in San Diego and how their medics would get straight to work on tending to his injury.
"...I'll...I'll try...Sweetpea." Lee replied with a weak and shaky voice while wheezing and coughing softly as he attempted to breathe normally and to stay conscious as his slowly eyelids drooped from tiredness, which deeply worried his teenage daughter and Molly, whom softly applied additional pressure onto Lee's wound to help him stay awake.
"Harris, how much further?!" Ganz cried out while glancing over her shoulder back to the cab.
"We're halfway there! We've just passed through San Clemente!" Clark replied as he informed his two female teammates and their passengers that they were halfway towards San Diego while pressing his right foot down on the accelerator to make the 6x6 transport truck go faster!
"C'mon Dad...stay with us...stay with me a little bit longer. We're almost there." Clementine stated with tears slowly building in the corner of her eyes as she witnessed Molly softly pressed down on his wound to help him keep his eyes open...whilst John and his family, Becca and Tyson watched in silent sadness as the two teenage girls continued to keep their slowly dying sergeant stabile as they continued to drive down the war torn streets.
But fortunately for the Andrews family, Harris, Molly and Clementine, after they drove down the vacant streets/interstates for what like half an hour...they had eventually arrived at San Diego with Clark driving the M35 towards their main base of operations: the standing remains of Naval Base San Diego, where they spotted two fellow Resistance fighters, armed with Colt M16A4's standing sentry outside the main hangar that acted as their FOB.
"Capt. Aguilar, this is PFC. Adams. SSgt. Everett and his squad have returned from Baldwin Village, over." One of the Resistance fighters, a teenage boy, approximately the same age as Harris with tan skin, light brown hair in a sharp side hairstyle and cobalt gray eyes stated professionally while speaking through his ear radio as he informed their commanding officer, Capt. Aguilar that Lee and his team had returned from their rescue mission.
"Acknowledged, PFC. Adams. Let them in." A male Hispanic voice replied in an equally professional tone as he appreciated the update and gave the young teenage soldier and his partner the authority to let SSgt. Everett and his team into their base.
"Yes sir. Ivers, open it up!" PFC. Adams stated with a firm nod as he turned to his fellow Resistance, whom was also a teenage boy and the same age as him, Harris and the rest of their friends/fellow soldiers with Caucasian skin, dark blondish hair in a Cristiano Ronaldo style haircut and light brown eyes to open the automatic door so Lee and his team could drive in.
"On it." Pvt. Ivers replied with a firm nod as he instinctually pressed the button on the wall behind him, which opened the automatic side-sliding door as Clark drove the M35 into the hangar with Ivers and Adams following right behind them.
"Chris, Frank, we need some help here!" Clementine cried out as she turned to the two teenage boys the moment Harris parked the 6x6 into the hangar.
"Clem, what's wrong?" The teenage brunette asked as he and Ivers noticed the tears in the young African American teenage girl's eyes...and would be stunned by the answer as Clark hastily jumped out of the cab and rushed to the cargo bed.
"SSgt. Everett's badly injured and has lost a lot of blood! We need a medic, now!" Harris answered for his friend and fellow teammate as he revealed to the two teenage boys standing sentry that his chalk's leader was gravely wounded and required medical assistance as Clementine and Molly continued to keep Lee, whom was barely breathing, alive.
"We need a medical team, here!" Adams cried out while glancing over his right shoulder, which immediately earned the attention of the other Resistance fighters and mechanics who were working in the hangar.
"Someone get the medics, hurry!" Ivers swiftly added after his friend as he implored one of their fellow Resistance fighters to call for their medics!
"This is Cpl. Hoffman! Send a medical team in the main hangar, now!" One of the nearby Resistance fighters, a Caucasian teenage boy with light brown and light blue eyes exclaimed as he reached for the handheld radio clipped onto the right side of his jeans/belt and requested for medical assistance in the main hangar immediately.
"Acknowledged, Corporal Hoffman. PFC. Billings and I are on our way with the rest of our team." A female voice, no doubtingly a nurse replied on the opposite end of the radio as she informed Hoffman that she and her medical team were on their way and after five minutes swiftly passed, a small group of 5-6 medics had stormed into the main hangar while pushing a transport gurney and carrying two medical stretchers with the other Resistance fighters following right behind them as they approached the back of the M35 transport.
"We're here! Who needs medical assistance?" One of the medics, a teenage girl with tan porcelain skin, goldish brown hair in a short pixie cut style and lime green eyes asked as she and her squad were curious to learn whom was seriously hurt and who wasn't.
"SSgt. Everett! He was shot in the lower abdomen and he lost a lot of blood during the drive from Baldwin Village!" Harris answered while panting shakily as he revealed to the brunette that his squad leader was the one who was mortally wounded and had lost a great deal of blood during the drive from L.A. back to their base if San Diego!
"Get him on the gurney, now!" The head medic, a Caucasian woman in her med 30's with jet black hair and oak brown eyes ordered while turning to her team, whom nodded as they prepared the first gurney as she commanded.
As the medics prepped the gurney, Harris had climbed into the back of the 6x6 with PFC. Adams right behind him and assisted Clark as they lifted Lee up by his arm as gently as they could as they loaded him onto the gurney with Clem, Molly, John and his family watching on in silence.
"Oh God!/Oh sweet Jesus/Ohh, SSgt. Everett..." The small crowd of teenage resistance fighters cried and muttered out as they stared in silence at the sight of the mortally wounded middle aged African American, whom was slowly nearing death's door.
"Hollings, Todd! Take SSgt. Everett to the medical bay! He might still have a chance!" The head medic cried out as she turned and instructed two members of her group, two teenage boys to transport Lee to the medical area so their surgical team could try to save him.
"Yes Cpl. Smith!" The two male medics cried out in unison as they did as the raven haired woman ordered and wheeled Lee out the hangar towards the medical bay with Clem, Molly, Clark and the other resistance fighters watching on in silence.
"Someone look at Ganz! She's hurt too." Clark swiftly exclaimed as he informed the medics that Molly was injured as well.
"Where are you hit?" The female medic with the goldish brown hair asked as Clementine and Adams helped the brunette sit down on the ledge of the truck.
"Ahh...Ahh...I got hit...in my side." Molly answered while wincing/hissing softly from the still throbbing pain she felt as Clem and Adams helped her sit and as she slowly lifted up her shirt...to reveal the 1st degree burns on the left side of her waistline/stomach.
"What happened?" The brunette asked as she, Cpl. Smith and the other Resistance fighters gasped in shock the moment the saw the nasty but non-life threatening burns on Ganz side.
"...We were...blindsided by a squad of Scout Drones." Clem answered softly as she revealed to the brunette, whom she and the other Resistance fighters knew as PFC. Janice Billings that she and the remaining members of her squad were ambushed by a squad of Scout Drones with Molly and Clark nodding softly with their friend/teammate's statement.
"Clark...are you and Clementine injured as well?" PFC. Billings asked with concerned eyes as she noticed the huge amount of blood covering Clem's hands.
"Clem and I aren't injured Jan. The blood...it's all SSgt. Everett's." Harris answered truthfully as he assured the brunette and her team that he and Clementine weren't wounded...and hesitantly stated on how the blood all over Clem's and Molly's hands was Lee's.
"Wait a second...Clark? W-Where are Morris and Parker?" Pvt. Ivers asked as he, Adams, Billings and the rest of the medics/Resistance fighters noticed how only Harris, Clementine and Ganz returned to the base and were curious to where Bill and Sarah were...and would soon be left stunned/devastated by the answer.
"...Bill...Bill and Sarah...They, um...They didn't make it." Clem hesitantly answered as she painfully and somberly revealed to the rest of their fellow Resistance fighters on how Morris and Parker had tragically died during their mission back in Baldwin Village.
"...What?" Chris asked with a deeply stunned expression on his face, along with Frank as they, Janice and the other occupants gathered in the hangar stared speechless while Clem, Clark and Molly sadly glanced over their shoulders to the two covered bodies that laid on the floor right behind them with Adams and the others following in their gaze.
"...Bill?/Sarah?" Frank and half of the other Resistance fighters asked softly while staring and covering their mouths in dismay the moment the spotted the two well covered corpses laying on the floor of the M35.
"...W-What happened to them?" Ivers softly asked while glancing back to Clark, whom Lee had picked to be his right hand man in charge of their search/rescue mission.
"...They gave their lives so we could find and safe this family who were holed up in an elementary school in Baldwin Village." Harris answered half-truthfully while gesturing to John and his family, Tyson and Becca whom sat in the back of the transport truck.
"Are any of them injured" Janice softly asked as she and her fellow medics were curious if John or any member of his family and group needed medical treatment, due to the blood covering the sleeves of John's shirt and hands.
"...No. The blood all over Mr. Andrews is...is Sarah's." Molly answered softly as she somberly and painfully revealed to Janice that the blood all over John's hands was Sarah's blood.
"...Ohh." The golden haired medic softly muttered with equally saddened/somber eyes.
"Burrows, Dante. Help me and Ivers load Bill and Sarah onto the stretchers." Chris softly stated as he turned and asked three of their fellow Resistance fighters, whom were teenage boys to assist him and Frank in moving Sarah's and Bill's bodies out of the truck.
"Right Adams." One of the teenagers boys, Pvt. Ronald Burrows replied as he and his fellow friend, Cpl. Matthew Dante climbed into the truck shortly after Clem and Clark helped Molly climb out so they wouldn't be in the way.
"Molly, you should get your wound looked at." Clark softly stated as he advised Ganz to have the medics treat the burns to her side.
"...Clark...I-I'm fin..." The brunette attempted to reply while panting softly before being cut off.
"Molly, you're not fine. If you don't have that wound looked at, it might end up being infected." Clementine softly and bluntly countered as she pointed out to her friend/teammate that she wasn't okay, due to her ragged/heavy breathing and how her injuries would only eventually get worse from an infection.
"Please go with the medics so they can patch you up. Clark and I lost Bill and Sarah...we don't want to lose you too." She softly added as she implored Molly to go with Jan and her team so they could treat her burns while stating that she and Harris didn't want to lose her like they lost Morris and Parker.
"...Alright Clem. I'll go with Jan and her team." Molly stated with soft eyes as she agreed to both Clem's and Clark's request to have her burns looked at as they watched in silence, along with the rest of their fellow soldiers as they witnessed Chris and Burrows carry and softly place Bill's body onto the first stretcher while Frank and Dante placed Sarah's onto the second.
"...Goodbye Bill. You were the closest thing I had to a brother." Clark whispered softly as he placed his right hand over Bill's s chest while stating that the gray haired boy was like a brother to him.
"Clem and I hope its beautiful where you and Bill are now Sarah." Molly softly stated as she and Clementine gently placed their hands over Sarah's left hand and hoped/prayed that she and Bill were both in Heaven before the medics sadly/somberly carried their bodies away and headed off to a different section of their base.
"...Where are they taking them?" John softly asked as he and his family, Tyson and Becca climbed out of the truck shortly after Adams, Ivers, Dante and Burrows loaded Bill and Sarah bodies onto the stretchers.
"...The morgue. They'll be kept on ice until we find the time to bury them." Cpl. Dante answered simply and plainly as he explained to John how the medics were simply transporting Bill's and Sarah's bodies to the morgue; where they would be safe and taken care of until they were given a proper burial.
"I realize that this is a bad time, but...is there somewhere my family and I can rest for a while?" John softly added as he hesitantly asked Clark and Dante if they had any spare rooms for him and his family to lay down after the ordeal they went through back in Los Angeles.
"Yeah, we do have several vacant rooms on the east wing of the base." Harris answered softly as he informed John and his family that they had several empty rooms on the base.
"And you and your family are more than welcome to them." Clementine softly added after her friend as they completely understood why John asked if they had any vacant rooms: as they noticed Mrs. Andrews holding their youngest son Timmy, whom was sound asleep in her arms.
"Ohh, bless you. Bless you." Clara softly stated with teary eyes as she and her husband were delighted and grateful for Lee's teenage daughter and his 2nd in command in offering them rooms for them to sleep/rest.
"Frank. Could you and Ronnie show Mr. Andrews and his family to their temporary rooms?" The young African American teenage girl softly stated as she asked Ivers and Burrows to escort John and his family to the east wing of the base.
"Of course Clementine." The dark haired blonde answered with a soft nod.
"Mr. Andrews. If you and your family could follow me and PFC. Ivers please." Ronnie softy stated as he motioned for John and his family, Tyson and Becca to follow him and Frank as they turned to exit the hangar.
"Thank you. That's very kind." John stated as he, Clara, Craig, Becca and Tyson followed them out of the hangar to the east wing of the base.
As soon as Ivers and Burrows exited the hangar with John and his family right behind them, Clementine, Clark and the rest of their fellow Resistance fighters exited the hangar as well: with the young African American teenage girl and Harris joining the rest of their friends and soldiers in the mess hall while Molly went with Janice, Cpl. Smith and the rest of their to the medical bay to have the burns to her side treated.
"Clark, what really happened out there...with Morris and Parker?" Adams asked with a gentle voice and look on his face as he, Dante and another teenage boy, Cpl. Ben Hoffman sat down across on opposite side of the table Harris and Clementine were sitting down behind.
"...Chris, c'mon. We don't want to talk abo..." Clem stated while sighing softly in exhaustion before she had been cut off.
"Clem, please. We need to know to what really happened. Bill and Sarah were our friends too." Ben stated softly as he informed Clementine that he, Chris, Matthew and the others needed to know what really happened back in Los Angeles.
"...(Sigh) You guys really sure you want to know?" Clark asked while sighing softly and trading a saddened look with Clem, whom had an equally somber expression on her face as the memories of what they went through back in Baldwin Village was still fresh on their minds.
"Yeah. Yeah we do." Dante answered with a soft and firm nod.
"After we drove up to Hillcrest, SSgt. Everett decided to split up the team: with Morris and Parker standing guard while Ganz, Clem, Sarge and I searched the school for any supplies and Mr. Andrews and his family. Although...while we were searching the classrooms, an Aerial HK and a platoon of Scout Droids and Spider Scouts had passed by the school...and a few stragglers spotted Bill and Sarah as they hid behind the doors. They tried to hold out as long as they could...but they Machines overwhelmed them." Harris answered truthfully as he explained to Dante, Adams and Hoffman what had happened back in Baldwin Village: how Lee had assigned Bill and Sarah to stand sentry whilst they, Clem and Molly searched the school for the Andrews family...and how Morris and Parker were unfortunately attacked by a squad of Spider Scouts and Scout Droids that overpowered them.
"Ohh God/Ohh sweet Jesus..." Dante and Hoffman softly muttered after they and Adams learned the truth on how Bill and Sarah truly died.
"...What about what happened to the Sarge?" Chris softly asked.
"...We were attacked...by a small kill squad of T-800's." Clark answered softly as he painfully/somberly revealed to Adams, Hoffman and Dante on how he, Lee, Molly and Clementine were blindsided by a small squad of Terminators whilst Clem sadly glanced down while placing her hand to her forehead.
"T-800's?!" Chris, Matthew and Ben exclaimed as they and the rest of their friends/fellow Resistance fighters stared in great shock/horror after learning how SSgt. Everett ended up mortally wounded!
"...Yeah. They came out of no where. We were just lucky to get out of there alive." Harris softly replied as he informed Adams, Dante and Hoffman that the T-800's had caught him and his surviving teammates off guard and that he, Clementine, Lee and Molly barely managed to escape from Baldwin Village with their lives.
"Thank God you guys did make it." Dante stated with Chris, Ben and the rest of their friends/fellow soldiers nodding, as they were glad/relieved that Harris , Clementine, Ganz and SSgt. Everett had completed their mission and returned to San Diego alive.
"...Thanks Matt. Clark and I really..." Clementine softly stated as she and Clark deeply appreciated Dante's kind words before stopping in mid-sentence...as she caught a sight that nearly made her heart stop: Cpl. Smith and the base's chief surgeon, a 50 year old Caucasian man with gray/white hair and lightly shaved full goatee beard and grayish blue eyes wearing surgical scrubs, mask and cap had silently entered the mess hall, which immediately earned everyone's attention.
"...Clementine, could you come with me and Dr. Rogers please?" Cpl. Smith softly asked as she and the head surgeon, Dr. Charles Rogers walked up to the table where the young African American teenage girl, Harris, Dante, Adams and Hoffman were sitting at with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"...Carly? Doc Rogers? What's wrong? Is Lee alright?" Clem softly asked as she noticed the saddened look in both Carly's and Dr. Rogers eyes.
"Pvt. Everett...I think it would be better...if we spoke in private." Dr. Rogers answered softly as he asked Clementine to come with him so they could speak privately.
After detecting the saddened and exhausted tone of his voice, Clementine had shared a silent and worried exchange with Clark before she hesitantly stood up from behind her side of the table and followed Dr. Rogers as they exited the mess hall with Harris, Adams, Dante and the other teenage Resistance fighters watching in silence...and with somber looks in their faces: as they all had a good idea to what it was Dr. Rogers wanted to speak to Clem about.
"...Carly? What is it?" Clark asked as Chris and Matthew glanced at each other with equally concerned looks on their faces.
"I'm so sorry Clark, but...Staff Sergeant Everett...is dead. We lost him." The raven haired medic answered softly while wiping the tears in eyes away...as she painfully and somberly revealed to Harris and the rest of their fellow Resistance fighters that Lee had passed away.
"...He...He's...He's dead?..." The brunette asked as he and the rest of his friends/fellow soldiers turned to each other the moment they heard the devastating news that SSgt. Everett had died from his injuries!
"...Just...Just tell us what happened." Chris softly stated as he brought himself to speak and asked Cpl. Smith to tell him, Clark and the rest of their friends on how Lee died while glancing to ground in sadness.
"...SSgt. Everett, he had lost a lot of blood from the gunshot wound to his abdomen. Dr. Rogers and his surgical team did their best to stop repair the damage and stop the bleeding...but it was too late. He died on the operating table." Carly answered truthfully as she painfully explained to Adams, Harris and the rest of their fellow Resistance fighters how Lee had tragically died from blood loss due to the gunshot wound to his lower abdomen, despite both Clem's and Molly's efforts to stop the bleeding during the drive from L.A. to San Diego.
"Oh, God...Sarge..." Clark muttered somberly while leaning over the table and covering his forehead with Dante and Hoffman standing right behind him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulders.
~Meanwhile Clementine~
Shortly after she and Dr. Rogers stepped outside the mess hall so they could talk in private...and the middle aged surgeon gave her the heartbreaking news that her father and squad leader had died during the surgery, Clem had asked to see Lee's body one last time and Dr. Rogers granted her request and escorted her to the operating room: where she saw her father's lifeless body lying on the operating table with a clean deep blue drape sheet covering his chest.
"Dr. Rogers...Could I...Could I have moment alone?" Clementine softly asked with her voice trembling as she choked back the sobs she was fighting with tears in her eyes.
"Of course Pvt. Everett. Take all the time you need." Dr. Rogers replied as he respected the young teenage girl's request while placing a gentle/comforting hand on her shoulder before he stepped outside of the operating room.
As soon as Dr. Rogers exited the room, Clem silently and somberly glanced back to Lee's body while pulling up a vacant chair next to the table and sat down whilst resting her elbows on the cold metal of the table's flat surface and clasping her fingers together.
"...Oh, Dad...This...This isn't fair...What happened back in Baldwin Village...with Bill...Sarah...and now you...None...None of it was supposed to happen! It...It was supposed to be a fuckin' simple search and rescue mission! We were supposed to make it back together!" Clementine stated while sobbing softly with tears running down her cheeks, claiming on how their unexpected encounter with the T-800's wasn't supposed to happen and that they and the rest of their chalk were supposed to return to San Diego together.
"...We were supposed to spend time together when we got back, just like we had planned. God...Morris was looking forward to shooting hoops against you, me, Molly and Sarah with Harris, Dante and Ivers in the gym." She softly added as she recounted on how she and her father had planned on playing basketball with Parker and Ganz on their team against Bill, Clark, Matthew and Frank in the gymnasium when they returned from their mission in Los Angeles...and lamented on how it would never happen.
"...I love you Lee. I'm going to miss you everyday...along with Bill and Sarah." Clem stated as she gently kissed her father's forehead goodbye before she covered his face/head with the drape and held his left hand in silence.
~Meanwhile in Capt. Aguilar's office~
After Dr. Rogers and Cpl. Smith had separately informed Clark and Clementine...it didn't taken long for the whole base to learn about SSgt. Everett's untimely death, especially Capt. Aguilar, whom had sadly leaned back in his chair behind his desk and silently/somberly glanced at the multiple framed photographs that decorated his office walls: which consisted his family and close/personal friends and two military medals he had earned through his service; which was the Purple Heart and the Bronze Star. As he continued to sit in his chair, Capt. Aguilar had glanced at the photograph sitting on his desk and sighed somberly: as the photo was of him, Lee, a 40 year old Caucasian man with brown eyes, black hair and mustache and a 30 year old Cuban-American man with oak brown hair, chin patch and beard and brown eyes standing side by side each other with them giving the person taking the picture a casual grin.
~Meanwhile with the Andrews family~
Shortly after Ivers and Burrows had escorted John and his family from the hangar to the east side of their base and showed them to their temporary living quarters, which were three separate bedrooms, Frank had heard his radio go off and answered it as he heard Chris's voice on the opposite end...and stared in great shock/disbelief as soon as his friend gave him the unexpected and tragic news that Cpl. Smith had given him and the others.
"No..." Frank muttered softly the moment he and Adams broke contact and he turned off his radio.
"Frank?" Burrows asked as he turned to his friend and fellow Resistance fighter.
"Pvt. Ivers? What is it ? What's wrong?" John asked as he also detected the great sadness in the young teenage boy's voice...and would be stunned by the answer, along with Burrows and his wife.
"...Staff Sergeant Everett is dead." Ivers answered softly as he somberly informed Burrows and the Andrews' that Lee had died from his injuries...much to their complete shock/disbelief.
"What? No!" Ronnie exclaimed as he stared in great shock after hearing that SSgt. Everett was also dead while taking a few steps back.
"...That man practically saved our lives...and now we'll never be able to thank him." John softly stated as he recounted on how Lee and his team practically saved him and his family by getting them out of Baldwin Village...and lamented on how on they wouldn't be able to thank him while Clara softly closed her eyes in sadness.
"...Where's Clem?" Ronnie softly asked as he was curious to where Clementine currently was, along John and his family.
"...She's...probably where she usually goes when she wants to be alone." Frank answered plainly with Ronnie nodding his head softly as they both instinctively knew where Clem was.
~Meanwhile with Clementine~
After she had said goodbye to Lee and left the operating room, Clem went straight to the shooting range, that was located in the far back of the base, where she slipped on a single pair of standard noise-cancellation headphones over her ears, grabbed one of the M-16's that was dangling on the weapons rack and performed a standard brass check before she pressed down on the green button, which caused a number of cardboard crafted targets resembling T-800's with red/white painted bullseyes on their chests and faces to automatically pop up. As soon as the targets flipped forward, the young African American teenage girl couldn't help but glare hatefully before she leveled the iron sight of the M16 with her right eye and fired a small burst of 4-5 rounds that shredded/ripped through the targets while shifting aim as another set of targets popped up and took their place. As she continued to fire down on the targets on the shooting range, Clementine had switched the Colt M-16 for a military standard issued Beretta M9 that she also grabbed from the gun rack and took precise arm while firing 2-3 rounds that passed right through the target's heads before they also flipped backwards and she slowly lowered the Beretta as she heard a loud 'buzz' ring out, which signaled that the course was over.
Although...as soon as she removed the headphones, Clementine softly glanced over her shoulder, as she had felt three presences silently entering the shooting range.
"Damn, nice shooting there Tex." Clark stated casually as he complimented his friend and teammate on her marksmanship as he, Chris and Dante had leaned back against the wall as they witnessed Clem blowing off a little steam on the gun course.
"...Thanks Clark." Clem softly muttered as she pulled back on the slide of the Beretta before placing it and the M16 back on the weapons rack.
"...Clem? Clem, we're so sorry about Lee." Chris stated softly as he informed the young teenage girl that the entire base offered her their condolences for her loss: as they all knew that Lee was Clementine's father.
"Whatever you need, we're here you." Matthew softly added, stating that if she ever needed someone to talk to that he, Chris, Clark and the rest of their friends would be there for her.
"...Thanks you guys. That means a lot." Clem stated softly with teary eyes and a gentle smile on her face as she deeply appreciated Adams', Harris's and Dante's kind words before they glanced back to the doors, as they heard a loud argument outside the gun range.
"Ty, c'mon! You can't be serious!" Craig shouted in exasperation as he and his best friend, Tyson were arguing about something.
"I'm dead serious Craig. I'm gonna join the Resistance." Tyson calmly countered as he revealed what he and his friend were arguing about: how he was planning on joining the fight against the Machines!
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?! Join the Resistance?" Craig exclaimed as he stared in complete shock and disbelief after hearing his friend planned on joining the Resistance!
"Shh! Lower your voice, you dumbass." Tyson stated while asking his friend to lower his voice while glancing around to make sure that none of the teenage Resistance fighters were around and heard them arguing.
"You want to join the Resistance, for what? To be slaughtered by the Tin Can's alongside these jarheads?" Craig asked while demanding to know why his best friend would even consider enlisting in the war against the Machines!
"Hey! You really need to step off Craig! These 'jarheads' risked their lives getting us out of Baldwin Village, including your sorry ass." Tyson angrily growled as he warned his friend to back off and to show some respect, especially towards SSgt. Everett and his chalk: as they risked their lives getting them out of Los Angeles.
"And...those three poor saps got themselves killed for it!" Craig angrily stated as he reminded Tyson on how Morris, Parker and Lee were killed by the Machines while coldly referring them as 'suckers', much to his friend's shock.
However...as soon as those words left his mouth and before Tyson could chew his friend out...they both stared in shock and horror: as the doors to the gun range were shoved open...and hesitantly/slowly turned to see Clark, Matthew, Chris and Clementine glaring angrily at John's older son.
"...What did you just say?" The young African American teenage girl angrily asked with a rather intimidating glare on her face as she, Harris, Dante and Adams walked towards to the two teenage boys.
"You heard what I said." Craig coldly spat...even though he couldn't help but lightly back away after seeing the look of death Clementine's face.
"Oh, so my father and two friends are 'saps' for saving your family and your ungrateful ass?" Clem angrily demanded with the glares on her, Clark's, Chris's and Matthew's faces growing as Craig had the audacity to insult Bill, Sarah and more importantly Lee for giving their lives to save him and his family!
"Yeah. Yeah, they are! Cuz anyone whose crazy or fuckin' stupid enough to fight for a lost cause like this is a sucker!" Craig answered coldly as he continued to insult Lee, Bill and Sarah by calling them 'losers' and stating that anyone who was either stupid enough to join the Resistance and the war against Skynet were 'morons/losers'!
As soon as those words came out of his mouth, Clementine had simply stared at Craig in dead silence with the glare on her face, which the dirty haired blonde teenage boy mirrored...even though he couldn't help but gulp nervously, especially since he also noticed the equally pissed looks that Clark, Chris, Matthew and even Tyson had sent his way. Clem continued to glare angrily at Craig with her right hand balled up into a tight fist...before she gave an angry growl and lunged forward as she threw a swift and powerful punch to the arrogant and disrespectful teenage boy's face.
There it is everyone, the 2nd chapter to my Walking Dead/Terminator crossover as promised. I would like to apologize for the slight delay, I've been dealing with extremely stressful days at the hospital where I work the last past two months. The next chapter should be posted sometime in the middle of February. Until next time, bye.