"Besides, I already made you a promise!"

A sadistic smirk crossed Y/N's face as he ignored the agonising pain in his abdomen  and reached back, smacking Carver in the face with the crowbar as hard as he could.

The first hit split Carver's forehead to the bone, blood pouring out.

Y/N struck again

And again

And again

Carver was gurgling, bits of his flesh missing, his cheekbone exposed-

Again

And again

And again

One of Carver's eyeballs slipped out of the socket, no orbital left to hold it, and hung there still attached by the optic nerve.

Each swing caused Y/N to roar louder and louder as each act of violence committed on him poured into his mind's eye.

He swung again

And again

And again.

By the time he finished, Carver's skull had been destroyed, never mind skin- there was hardly any bone left. Y/N turned to face the others and said coldly:

"Head outside. I'll meet you at the war site."

"Y/N?" Clementine asked puzzled before he answered:

"Remember Save Lots?"

Clementine nodded as Kenny sighed. Y/N replied:

"I don't take chances anymore."

Clementine hugged Y/N tight, understanding his meaning. She whispered: "be safe. I'll meet you there."

"Save lots?" Rebecca asked, wiping her eyes as the emotion of everything took its toll on her.

"I gotta kill them all" Y/N replied coldly.

—~—

Clementine, Rebecca and Kenny exited the warehouse. The others were stood, huddled against the side of the building, scared, as the guards on the roof above fired stupidly into the heard that approached Howe's like a swarm of locusts.

"So what do we do now?" Kenny asked.

"We grab a couple of walkers, kill and gut them, and cover ourselves" Clementine said calmly as Jane nodded.

"Man, we're never gonna make it through this" Nick whimpered.

"You kidding me? If Clem can handle it, you can" Luke snapped.

Clementine quickly killed a walker, the group following her lead as she sliced across the walker's stomach and began covering herself.

—~—

Y/N picked up his old familiar glock and loaded up a fresh magazine, placing one in the chamber. He also picked up an AR 15 that had been left on the table. Lowell was dead, Russell was dead. Vince was dead. Carver was dead.

Hank
Wyatt
Tyler
Tavia
Those two chicks
Troy.

Y/N had his targets as he pulled carver's jacket from his stinking corpse and placed it over his topless torso. He walked up the stairs to Carver's office.

—~—

The group had begun leaving the compound towards the forest, having covered themselves in walker's guts.

"Come on. Don't make any noise, got it? They might hear something they don't like. And for fuck's sake, walk. Act like you belong and you will belong" Jane snapped.

The group slowly moves through the herd. Carver's guard's continued firing at the walkers.

—~—

Y/N got to the office and opened the door to see walker Alvin and Hank standing there groaning.

"I give you mercy" Y/N said sadly, shooting Alvin in the head from the doorway.

"You can fucking rot" Y/N growled to walker Hank, quickly shutting the door before the walker could get to it. He turned and headed up to the roof.

—~—

"Is that Tavia and Wyatt?" Luke asked at the yells coming from the guards on the roof who were firing into the herd.

"Shut up" Jane said angrily.

"Dad I can't do this, Dad" Sarah whispered, getting freaked out as walkers brushed against her.

"Shut-"

Clementine was cut off as Carlos behind her caught a bullet to the neck. He gurgled and spluttered and hit the ground as he was pounced on by walkers who proceeded to tear him to pieces.

"Dad! DADDDD!!!" Sarah screamed in agonised pain before she ran off to the left, screaming and crying.

"Fuck!" Luke yelled, he and Nick running after her.

Clementine looked around calmly, losing sight of the others as she heard screams coming from the roof and turned around.

—~—

Y/N entered onto the roof through the access door and immediately saw and heard the chaos in front of him.

"Get over here"

"I need more ammo"

"Bill, where are you Bill? We need you on the roof."

Wyatt and Tyler were panicking, firing into the horde as Tavia tried to reach her deceased boss on the radio.

Y/N smiled, pocketing his glock and pulling the AR from his shoulder. He unloaded first into Wyatt, then into Tyler who fell from the roof as he was sprayed by bullets, and then finally into Tavia, who turned as she was shot.

Y/N whistled as he walked over, switching back to his glock. Wyatt was too big to drag over the edge in Y/N's condition, so a bullet in the head made sure he was dead. Y/N slowly walked over to Tavia who was still alive, barely.

"Pl-please" she whimpered as she looked up to Y/N.

"Bill's dead. These two are dead. Hank's dead. Vince is dead. Just Troy and those two bitches now" Y/N said coldly.

"Yo-you're a monster" Tavia whimpered again, a tear dropping from her eye.

"Yes I am" Y/N answered coldly, a single bullet to Tavia's face ending her life.

—~—

Clementine watched Y/N kill the guards on the roof and turned, having lost sight of the others. She walked slowly and reached the edge of the forest, being grabbed from behind as she did.

—~—

Y/N was walking through the building slowly, checking room by room. Just two bitches and Troy to go. The more he thought about payback the less he felt, if he allowed his mind to go blank it went back to the agony on his abdomen. He blocked it out and focused on revenge.

Y/N opened a door to a large commissary. He slowly walked through the seating area at the back, hearing a small clatter and a whisper as he did.

He shot round the corner to the kitchen, his gun pointed at a woman who had a knife pointed back, clumsily trying to conceal the younger female behind her.

"Whoa whoa. We don't need to do this" the older woman holding the knife tried to reason. Y/N stared at her blankly as she tried again to reach Y/N.

"Look Bill and the others will be here any moment. Get out of here while you can before you make things worse."

Y/N's face was cold before a sadistic smile grew on his face.

"Hate to tell you this lady but Bill's Dead. Vince is dead. Hank's dead. Tavia, Wyatt, Tyler, dead, dead, dead."

Y/N sneered as he took a step forward, gun still pointed at the pair. The younger one teared up.

"Only one I can't find is Troy. You wouldn't mind tellin' me where he is, would you?"

"He's in the infirmary- down the hall, door at the end then second on the right. It's right in the middle of the building. Please, can we go?" The woman sobbed. "It's just me and my little sister. Please."

"Sorry darlin' loose ends make my ass itch." Y/N sneered as his finger moved to the trigger.

"No no wait. We didn't hurt you or your people. We're sorry. Please, You don't have to do this" the woman begged.

Y/N paused for a moment, lifting the gun up and rubbing the side of his head with the barrel, saying "yeah..."

Shel and Becca breathed a sigh of relief as Y/N's face hardened again. The gun pointed back at them:

"...I do"

Bang!

Bang!

—~—

Troy was laying on the bed in the infirmary furious. He was gonna fuck that kid up. He was gonna fuck up his little girlfriend like when Wyatt interrupted him. Have some real fun with her. That will get to the fucking shithead kid. He'd heard some noise and yelling earlier, but he'd popped so many oxy's after getting stabbed he couldn't get up if he wanted to.

He was suddenly shot awake by a foul smell under his nose. He shot up in pain with his shoulder wound before being pulled back to the bed. He looked down to notice his hands and feet we handcuffed to the bars on the side of the gurney he was laying on. He looked up to see Y/N staring at him.

"Hey Troy" Y/N said with a cold glare.

"I don't know what you're playin' at boy, but you better think twice about it before Bill comes and-"

"Bill's dead Troy" Y/N smirked. "So is Tavia, Hank, Wyatt, Vince, the bitch and her sister, all of 'em. It's just you now. Just you and me here."

"Look there's no need ta-"

Troy cut himself off as Y/N pulled his hunting knife from his belt.

"Fuck you. You think I'm gonna beg?"

"Oh I know you are, before we're done. We gonna play a little game Troy" Y/N smiled sinisterly as he turned on a blowtorch.

"We're gonna play how much can Y/N cut off Troy and then seal up before he bleeds out?"

Y/N smiled as he held the flame near Troy's face, close enough for him to try and move as far as possible away.

"We... we carved you into a different beast didn't we boy" Troy whimpered, trying to sound tough.

"Maybe" Y/N grinned. "But now it's my turn to carve"