Y/N was stood in the forest watching a moth on a tree, he slowly raised his hand and the moth hopped on briefly before flying off.

Clementine squeezed Y/N's midsection, her arms wrapped around him as he had one over her shoulder.

"It always amazes me how really good you are with nature, you know that" Clementine said with a forced smile.

"You get used to it, how things work in the wild, learning how to move like you belong. I ever tell you what Daryl told me? About why we're good trackers?" Y/N replied, squeezing Clem as he did, trying to offer her reassurance.

"No? I don't think so anyway" Clem replied with a smile.

"Daryl used to tell me that the Dixons of northern Georgia came down at the start of the last century from Missouri. That we were direct descendants of the mountain man Jim Bridger, which means we got some Injun in us. Merle, that asshole was like my grandpa, a Dixon and a mean son of a bitch through and through. Daryl though, he always said me and him, we took after the Shoshoni side, from way back when, we belonged out here.

Clementine smiled, hearing Y/N open up about his past, about his Uncle. He'd always smile talking about him. The happy moment didn't last though.

"You about done over there?" The man named Troy yelled out. Clementine knew Y/N wanted to slit his throat already. He really freaked her out. She got the same creepy vibes from him that she did from Danny at the farm all those years ago.

"Yeah one second" Sarah yelled out from behind the tree Clementine and Y/N were stood in front of. She came round the tree smiling directly at Y/N as she said:

"Thanks for coming with us. It's scary out here. I know they made you... It's still nice that you came."

Y/N replied dispassionately:

"It's not safe out here for you two and it's not safe for either of you to be around Troy alone either. You keep away from that asshole as much as you can."

Troy was giving Y/N date rapist vibes in the worst way. He reminded Y/N of one of the Savage Sons. The assholes name was Snake, Y/N never learnt his real name. He'd been locked away three times for rape. Y/N hoped he'd died early on, bloody and screaming.

The three teens walked out from the forest and Troy leered at the two young girls with a lecherous grin.

"Everything come out all right girls?" He asked with his perverted expression, Y/N
released Clementine's hand and stormed towards the AK-47 toting asshole.

"Fuck did you say you fuc-"

Y/N was cut off, his head shooting to the side as Troy had caught him off guard- Y/N hadn't expected the butt of Troy's gun to come swinging as fast and as hard as it did.

Blood sprayed from Y/N's right cheek, A deep split opening up in a horizontal line across Y/N's face. Clementine and Sarah both shrieked in horror.

"I say whatever I want boy. Ain't noth-"

It was Troy's turn to be taken by surprise, Y/N spear tackling him to the ground. Troy's gun bounced and slid off as Y/N mounted Troy quickly, his right fist cannoning down into Troy's face.

Y/N got three quick and hard shots in- the first hitting Troy on his left eye, the second smashing his cheekbone, the third knocking two teeth from his lower jaw.

Y/N's arm rocked back, ready to hammer another blow down when he stopped, feeling the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed behind his right ear.

"Hit him again and I blow your brains out. Now fucking get up" Carver spat with his gravelly tone.

Y/N snarled as he stood, Carver yelling out:

"Bonnie, get these three tied up and back in the truck. Now!"

Clementine rushed over to Y/N in a panic, tears nearly falling from her eyes as she looked at the deep cut across Y/N's cheek.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she looked at the heavily bleeding cut. Before Y/N could answer Bonnie yelled out:

"C'mon kids, lets hurry and get you in the van."

They walked over and she gasped at Y/N's cheek.

"Oh honey come with me. I got a first aid kit that can fix that right up"

Y/N though held his hands out to be tied, replying back:

"I don't want a fucking thing from you people."

"BONNIE!!!" Carver yelled louder before speaking angrily into his two way. Bonnie got the three tied up and opened the back of the truck. As the three teens climbed up the group within the trust collectively gasped at Y/N's cheek. Kenny roared:

"Fuck boy. What did they do to you? Hey bitch what did they fucking do to him?"

Bonnie didn't answer as she slammed the roller door down.

"It's fine Ken" Y/N answered as he took his seat next to Clementine. She immediately wiggled over to press against him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"That is bleeding really bad honey" Rebecca said with genuine concern.

"I think it will need stitches" Carlos concurred from further down the line.

"What happened?" Kenny asked again.

"That pig fucker Troy made a comment to the girls. When I rushed him he smacked me hard with the butt of his gun."

"He's a dangerous man" Alvin added, concern for Y/N etched on his face.

"He ain't shit" Y/N countered as he rested his head back against the trucks inner wall. "I tackled him to the ground, smacked the shit out of him" Y/N chuckled.

"You hit him really hard" Sarah said suddenly, making eye contact with Y/N and giving him a look he couldn't quite understand. He answered:

"I was planning to beat him to death, til that cousin fucker Carver snuck up on me. Put a gun to my head."

"Fucking asshole. You alright son?" Kenny asked concerned.

"I'm fine Ken. Take more than that piece of shit to down me" Y/N replied, leaning his head back.

—~—

It had been quiet in the truck as they bounced along, before Carlos said:

"We must be getting close"

"Alright we gotta do something" Y/N said as he opened his eyes, his cheek still weeping.

"Fucking-A we do son" Kenny replied, looking around at the others:

"Anyone got anything sharp? We gotta get these bindings off"

"And what good would that do?" Rebecca asked.

Kenny looked over shocked as he snapped:

"The hell is wrong with you people? We gotta get out of here. We're in a fuckin' precarious position here. We gotta do something about that!"

"Y/N, Kenny, settle down, both of you. They took everything. We have to keep a level head" Carlos replied, Rebecca adding:

"He's right. You don't know Bill like we do."

Kenny and Y/N exchanged a glance, Y/N asking:

"Bill? This whole time it's Carver, Carver, Carver, now he's fuckin' Bill?"

Kenny jumped in, adding:

"Oh, I see what it is. Y'all are just gettin' a ride home, aren't ya? That's what's goin' on here."

"You don't understand. He's different... he's worse" Rebecca tried to explain.

"The fuck are you talkin' about?" Kenny snapped.

"He wants to punish us" Rebecca replied in tears.

"You could've warned us!" Clementine said angrily, Y/N glaring around:

"Yeah, you didn't tell us he was a fuckin' psychopath!"

"You have no idea what you're dealing with!" Carlos snapped.

"Oh, he gave me a pretty good goddamn idea back at the lodge, and I don't intend to sit around here and let that happen to the rest of us! I'm tryin' to help!" Y/N roared.

"I'm sure Walter really appreciated your help!" Carlos replied. A look Clementine had seen before crossed Y/N's face as he began to rise. She quickly placed her hands just below his neck affectionately, pushing him down as she said:

"Y/N, no. Carlos didn't mean it, Rebecca needs a doctor remember."

Carlos looked at the expression on Y/N's face and felt genuine fear as he stammered an explanation:

"I am pointing out that, regardless of intent, there are consequences to rash actions! Something that he seems to be misreading as capitulation!"

Y/N stared with the same death glare, trying his hardest to resist the urge to stomp Carlos's face in as Kenny joined in, mirroring Y/N's thoughts:

"I don't know what the fuck you're saying, but I know it's bullshit! We have to do something! Oh shit jackpot!"

Kenny noticed a piece of broken pipe above Y/N's head, getting to his feet.

"Sit down. You're going to get us all killed!" Carlos yelled.

Kenny ignored him, using the jagged edges of the broken pipe to cut through his ties as Y/N got to his feet and did the same once Kenny had finished.

"Y'all don't know what you're talking about. We get cooped up in some kennel like a buncha fuckin' dogs, it's over. I been in this situation before. You ever been a prisoner?" Kenny snapped once he had his bindings off.

"We've all been prisoners. Why do you think we left?" Carlos replied. Y/N got through his bindings and looked down at the worry on Clementine's face. He knelt next to her, saying gently:

"Hey Clemmy, you keep back ok. No matter what you keep back."

Clementine nodded as Carlos continued arguing with the two rednecks:

"Carver will be on the other side of that door with ten people. What exactly do you two think you're going to do?"

Y/N quickly snapped:

"I'm gonna punch the first son of a bitch I see. Then I'm gonna take his gun and use it to shoot the next son of a bitch I see."

"Such a badass" Sarah said quietly to herself. It was loud enough for Clementine to hear though, the two girls exchanging an angered glare.

The truck started beeping as Y/N and Kenny stood near the back door ready to pounce.

"Just like Savannah" Kenny said with a smile.

"Just like Macon" Y/N replied, smirking back. It was so good to be back with Kenny again. Kenny opened his mouth to reply before the truck slammed into something, Y/N and Kenny were thrown forward, smashing into the truck door and to the floor.

"Kenny!" "Y/N!" Sarita and Clementine exclaimed at the same time, both rushing forward as Carlos muttered:

"It's probably for the best."

The truck doors opened and three men and a woman, none of whom Clem recognised, were stood with AK-47s pointed at the group.

"He's the one, the kid with the cut face. He's got his bindings off, watch him" the African-American woman shouted.

The four had their guns pointed straight at Y/N, not the rest of the group, as the woman barked to a hairy blonde man with a thick beard:

"Wyatt, get his arms tied up again. Quickly."

"The fuck? Why do I have to do it?" The large but cowardly man asked. "You saw what he did to Troy."

"That's why we've got our guns on him. Hurry up!" Tavia yelled back.

Y/N chuckled as Wyatt tied his hands. He leant inwards, whispering in the man's ear:

"You're already dead"

—~—

The group was walking through Howes, the large former hardware complex, as Carver could be heard over the PA system:

"We've got some familiar faces back with us tonight. We've also got some new faces, and one particular special face."

He paused to chuckle before continuing:

"Now, I understand some of you are confused as to why we'd bring these people back when they left us as they did."

"I think I've got an idea." Tavia chuckled.

"It might not come all at once, but time will heal these wounds. So be patient with them until it does... and take solace in knowing that they're here to help us make our home a better place. All these feelings you have of anger, betrayal, hate. They're all valid. No one needs to forget what they did... but we do have to find it in our hearts to forgive them."

"Look how much food they have..." Clementine gasped at the shelves stacked high with tins and bags of flour and rice.

"I hope you ain't saying what I think you're saying" Kenny replied, Y/N adding:

"Just an observation Ken, once we get free and kill these fuckers we'll be living pretty for a while."

Kenny chuckled but Y/N was smacked hard in the back of the head by the rifle carried by a short stocky man with a beanie on.

Y/N stopped and turned, pushing against the AK barrel that was being pushed into his chest as he scowled at the man:

"Untie my hands and try that again, cunt!"

There was suddenly a second gun against Y/N's temple, Tavia shaking slightly as she admonished the man:

"Damn it Lowell, Bill said no one is to do anything to him. You saw Troy's face. Keep walking, Y/N."

Y/N turned slightly, the AK barrel pressed against his eye socket, cheek still weeping as he glared at Tavia momentarily, the woman's blood running cold, before he turned and began walking again.

Carver had watched the interaction with a smirk before continuing his announcement:

"As many of you already know, a large herd of lurkers gathers just south of us. We've kept an eye on the movements, and, well, with any luck, it's just passing through. But rest assured that if it does turn our way, it's nothing we can't handle."

"Come on doc, we need you for something" A small Asian man said approaching the group.

"Can it wait until morning Vince? We're all exhausted" Carlos replied.

"Fraid not. Your friend over there fucked Troy right up" Vince replied, glancing at Y/N and trying to hide a smile.

Clementine suddenly heard what sounded like a woman and a teenager talking to the groups left.

"Ooh who the fuck is that Shel? He's fucking hot" the teenager said to the woman rather loudly.

"He's who the others were talking about I think Becca. Keep away from him" Shel replied.

Clem did not like how this Becca was talking and looking at Y/N, and she instinctively got closer to him. Sarah, who was on her other side, whispered to her.

"They're sisters. The oldest one Shel is nice, but the teenager, Becca, is a raging bitch."

Clementine couldn't help but chuckle as they got to a roller door. Carver continued to rattle on:

"Some of you have voiced your concerns about the need for expansion with the looming threat. And they have been taken into consideration. However, this is not up for debate. The expansion project will move forward and with the added manpower joining us this evening, I have no doubt that we will continue to grow and prosper."

Bonnie unlocked the door and raised it, taking everyone's bindings off one by one along with Tavia and Lowell. Tavia got to Y/N's and looked down, not looking at his eyes. Y/N had the thought to quickly snatch her gun before looking over at Wyatt who was pointing his AK at Y/N shakily.

"Make sure y'all stay off the fence. Bill can see if you're messin' with it" Bonnie said to the group as Nick thanked her and she closed the shutters.

Carver was still parroting on over the loudspeakers although much less audibly now that the shutters were closed.

"Jesus that prick likes the sound of his own voice don't he" Y/N said to Kenny as the others approached a one armed Indian man.

"You're not wrong son. He seems to have taken a liking to you. That fucking worries me" Kenny replied.

"Me too. Let's see how strong this fence is" Y/N replied. He walked over and started shaking it violently, the one armed Indian man yelling out to Y/N:

"Hey young man. Keep away from that."

Clementine placed her hand over her eyes, knowing what was going to happen, Kenny chuckled as Y/N turned, narrowed his eyes and yelled:

"Fuck off!"

Before turning back to shake the fence again.

"Why is this kid being shitty?" The Indian man yelled out.

Rebecca began to explain to the man named Reggie that they had had a rough day when the shutters opened again, Tavia and Wyatt coming back in.

"Hey get away from the fence!" The loud woman yelled at Y/N.

"Fuck off!" Y/N yelled again, shaking even harder. The woman turned to the others:

"Alvin, Y/N. Carver wants you both in his office."

"What? Why?" Alvin asked, fear in his voice.

"You cunts ain't takin' my boy" Kenny snarled as Sarita tried to hold him back.

"Don't make this difficult. It's too late for that Alvin. You need to come too, Y/N" Tavia added. Y/N walked over from the fence and asked with a pissed off sneer:

"And if I tell you to go fuck yourself?"

"We're supposed to shoot you and take the girl. Carver said she would get it a lot worse than you" Wyatt said shakily.

"Fucking cowards" Y/N snarled as Clementine rushed him and hugged him tight, tears forming in her eyes.

"Hey it will be ok, Clemmy. Ain't nothing those pricks can do to me. I'll be back soon, okay."

Clementine nodded, letting Y/N go as he and Alvin walked out at gunpoint. She walked over to one of the bunks and laid on the cot, tears streaming down her face as Rebecca came and sat next to her, rubbing on her back.

—~—

Y/N and Alvin were escorted upstairs to Carver's office, a heavily bruised and swollen faced Troy and an arrogant looking Carver were waiting for them.

There was a desk chair in the corner with ropes half tied on it, and two long ropes hanging from some kind of frame that had been attached to the wall.

"Wyatt, Tavia, get Alvin tied up to that chair good and proper, I'll get to him later. Y/N have a seat, I want to have a chat"

Y/N death glared the man, imagining all the ways he could kill Carver slowly, but he did as instructed, sitting across from him as Carver sat and smiled.

"I can't help but think we got off on the wrong foot, Y/N. That nasty business at the ski lodge... that aside you impressed me, boy. Setting lurkers on us like that, that is some outside the box thinking... I want you to work for me, if you're like this at fourteen, I can't wait to see you at eighteen or twenty."

Carver leant forward with a smirk as the other adults in the room were silent:

"So what do you say, Y/N?"

Y/N stared at Carver with the same look of hatred he had during the whole spiel. He lent forward, looking Carver in the eye and said coldly:

"Go fuck yourself."

Carver chuckled and clapped his hands as he stood.

"See I told you Troy, it would have to be the hard way. Nothing worth having is easy. Y/N take your shirt and jumper off and let Wyatt and Tavia tie you to the wall there."

Y/N glanced over quickly at a letter opener sat on Carver's desk for some reason, its not like there was mail anymore, but it had a sharp end and all he needed was a moment.

"And why the fuck would I do that?" Y/N asked as Carver walked over to him. He leant down and chuckled:

"Because if not I'll have Clementine sent to Troy's room. You really don't want that"

Y/N snarled and jumped up, Carver pulling a pistol from behind his back and chuckling:

"Wyatt, Tavia, if you would."

Y/N glared at the four of them- Carver, Troy, Tavia and Wyatt. He was going to kill every single one of the fuckers in this place. He ripped his jumper and shirt off his head and threw them to the floor, walking over and extending his arms out. Tavia and Wyatt tied him up extremely tight, neither of them looking Y/N in the eye before they both left the room. Carver looked at Troy and chuckled:

"I'll leave you alone now. Remember nothing permanent."

Carver chuckled to himself as he closed the door, already hearing 'oofs' and the slap of fist on abdomen as Troy began working Y/N over.