Clem: I crawled out of the car wreck, and asked for help.
You were riding on your bike near me, and jumped off. You sprinted down to me.

I nodded.

Clem: You I tried to answer, but I just couldn't speak. I had no air in my lungs.
I moved  my head to the right, indicating the driver's door. It had fallen off, and a hand was sticking out, my babysitters. God, I hoped she was OK.

You went to the door, and kneeled down to the babysitter.
You asked if she was ok.

My babysitter seemed to growl, it sounded like she was just making noise, not consciously talking.

The hand raised up, and grabbed the kid' leg, pulling herself out. The kid fell over, slamming onto the ground. His eyes shut, he was out cold.

My babysitter pulled herself out more, but she wasn't acting normal. She was completely ontop of the you, and about to eat him, when your sister came out. She knocked the walker off of him, before fighting it herself. Your mom grabbed you, and your father went to help your sister.

They seemed to be nearly done fighting, when my cars engine must've blown up or something, because they both went flying. My friend in my house who had come over for a sleepover came outside. She was, she was hit by shrapnel. Your mom just, grabbed you, me and then ran inside. She lay you out on the floor, and told me and my friend to watch you. She ran outside, before a second explosion from the gas tank reaching fire just, covered her in flames.

A bit later, she  turned. She stumbled to us, and in the scrambled to get away, my friend pushed a bookcase over. She was pulled under it at the last second by your mom. I just... I just ran out. I was a fucking wuss, and left you there. 

Your mom left. You were so quiet that, she didn't know you were there. An hour or too later, you woke up.

My thoughts rushed to try and understand just how bad my life could be if the country went back to normal. Everything I know would be just fucking gone.

Me: Clem, thank you for telling me. Don't be so hard on yourself though. You aren't a 'fucking wuss'.

She sighed.

Clem: Sure.

She lied down in her bed, and spread herself out.

Clem: Do you think we'll get food soon?

Me: I don't know. Can't believe we went through everything here so fast. It's gonna be one he'll of an issue.

Clem: Yeah.

I sat down on bed next to her.

Me: How've you been holdin up lately?

Clem: I'm conflicted. Everything sucks right now, but I still have a means of travel to get to my parents in savanna like you said, the boats. But, if the military gets shit under control, we're probably gonna be on lockdown waiting for the stragglers to be killed off, which means no parents.

Me: Yeah. If they can get the Bollocks out there sorted, they'll be able to organize borders well too eh?

Clem: Yeah, I guess. Thank you.

Lilly whistled from outside, signaling for universal caution among the group. I stood up, and walked to the window.

Me: Shit...

Clem walked up next to me, and looked outside over my shoulder.

Lee and a few other Mark, and Kenny came out of the treeline, along with one teenage boy, a girl my age, and an older man with... one leg.

Lee: Get the gates open! WE GOT WOUNDED!

Clem: Shit indeed...

We opened the door, and ran out to the parking lot.

Duck: What's going on!?

Kenny: Can you fix him cat!?

Katjaa: Jesus Ken! I don't know!

Lilly: Lee! The the fuck would you bring more people?

Lee: I thought we could help him! I'm the one who took off his fucking leg!

Larry: Well that was a stupid thing to do.

Lilly: We aren't responsible for every struggling survivor.

Carley: Hang on lilly! You haven't even talked to them. They could be helpful!

Mark: Yeah, have some humanity.

Lilly: The only reason you are here is because you had food.  Enough for all of us, but now, there's maybe a week left. I don't exactly see you carrying any groceries yourself.

Teenager: Umm. No.

Mark: Fine, argue this out yourself. Welcome to the family kid.

Duck walked over to the teenager.

Duck: Come look at my comic.

Teenager: But-

Duck: Just come look.

Duck dragged the Teenager away, he was trying to keep peace. Clever bastard.

Girl: Will he be okay?

Katjaa: I don't know darling. I may be able to help stop the blee-

Kenny: You know, you like to think you're the leader of this little group, but we can make our own goddamn decisions. This isn't your own personal dictatorship!

Me: Oh come on. You're being dramatic!

Nico: Everything ends up being a power struggle between you two. I'm leaving.

He walked away.

Lilly:  I didn't ask to lead! Everyone was happy for that when I was giving out food, now that we're low, I'm a goddamn nazi!?

Me: Noone cares about the fucking food. You need to understand we trust you on that and your organization, but who gave you the ability to play God with people's lives?

Lilly: Really?

Girl: You weren't there. He made a choice. End of story.

Lee: For the record. Kenny wanted to leave them.

Girl: Once he's patched up, you can kick us outta here, we won't take any food at all!

Lilly: If Kenny would pull his head out of his ass for 5 MINUTES he'd realize I make these choices to protect HIS FAMILY!

Larry: I don't see you stepping either.

Lilly: Dad, please. Why don't you go help Mark with the wall.

Larry walked off, grumbling to himself an amount of curse words I didn't know existed.

The girl walked up to me, and Clem went to talk to duck.

Girl: Hey. Thanks for taking my side. I'm Olivia.o...mr

Me: I'm Y/N. It's nice meeting you. Maybe we'll find food, and you can stay, but we might have too little too late.

Olivia: Yeah. It'll be nice to be part of a group again. I was at school when it started, one girl managed to hit her head in the shower the night before, and when we all got locked up in the gym, it was fucking bloodshed.

Me: Damn. I was knocked out for most of the fir- wait, what? She hit her head!?

Olivia: Yeah. Wait... you don't know? It's not just bites that turn you, bites kill you, you turn when you die.

Me: Holy shit. Ho-ly shit. We're all infected.

Olivia: Damn right we are. Its hard to live with, but its the world we're in now.

Me: Sorry, I need a moment to myself.

Olivia: Alright. I'll be go-

She was interrupted by katjaa screaming and the man growling.

Lee grabbed the walker, before pulling it away from katjaa, and he turned away.

Lee: The axe! Hurry!

Lee was pulled back by the walker, but he grabbed its shoulders, slamming its head into the sides of the truck bed, denting its skull and covering katjaa and the truck in gore, Olivia sobbed at the sight of the walker, was it someone close to her?

Mark sprinted over, and Lee pressed the walker to the back of the truck, before Mark swung. Mark missed, embedding the axe into the truck.

Mark: It's stuck!

Lee started to kick it away, before stunning it. He backed away, slamming into the floor of the parking lot, and the walker was on him before he could get up. He struggled to keep it away, gouging it's eyes out.

Carley ran over, shooting the walker in the head, finally ending the brawl.

Carley: You ok?

Lee: y-yeah.

Larry: You ficking idiot! Why would you bring a bit in here!

Lilly: Dad, calm down!

Kenny: Why didn't you tell us he was bitten!?

Ben: what?

Kenny: he was bit, and you didn't say a goddamn thing.

Ben: but he wasn't bitten! I swear!

Kenny: Your non bitten friend just tried to kill my wife!

Ben: you - ya'll don't know...

Ben: You don't need to be bitten to turn. It happens when you die, if your brain is still there.

I expected a reply, but no one said anything. Even Larry wasn't able to  open his mouth, it was a single uniform terror.

Nico's fist clenched, and Olivia held his arm. Clem stood next to me, and was shaken completely. She hugged me, and we were all waiting for someone to finally talk.

A/N: 1463 words. Sorry for the long wait, caught up with some programming. Hopefully you enjoyed, and Birchwoodpython gave me some advice for the start, if you're reading this and haven't checked out his story, please do.