Clem's POV

Me, Christa, and Omid are helping Nick and Pete with some fish traps not too far away from the cabin. Omid looks to be fine, but I'm still clutching on my arm as it still feels soar from yesterday.

Pete: How are yall holding up? Heard you got an earful from Rebecca last night. Once she gets going there's no turning back. Her barks worse then her bite.

Omid: Preach on that one, she's all bark no bite.

Christa: She's a pain in the ass is what she is.

Clem: She's all talk. She doesent scare me.

Pete: She was in a mood last night. That's for sure.

We walk across a door over a small creak as the walk continues on.

Clem: How far are these fish traps.

Pete: It ain't much further.

I take a quick look at the rifle in Pete's hand wondering if I could shoot it. Pete notices this and speaks to me.

Pete: You know how to shoot yet?

Christa: I taught her everything she knows.

Omid: What am I? Chopped liver?

Christa: Moral Support.

Omid: Feeling the love babe.

They chuckle as Pete continues the conversation.

Pete: Well that makes sense. Less kick. This thing would probably knock you on your ass.

We walk over a small gap in a barbed wired fence and continue on to the fish traps.

Pete: Nick was about your age Clem. The first time I took him hunting.

Omid: Oh this should be good.

Pete: We where out here and we saw this beautiful 13 point buck just standing there on the ridge line. The boy takes the rifle, he lines up the shot just like I taught him. Then I hear him start whining. He turns to me and says I can't do it. I can't shoot it uncle Pete. Please don't make me shoot it.

Clem: Really? No way?

Omid: Oh I believe it.

Christa: Sounds like a baby.

We all grin at each other as we hear Nick call out to us.

Nick: Hey! Why didn't you wait!?

Pete: You want us standing around while you piss on a tree? You know where the river is boy. So anyway I go to grab the gun off his hands before the big buck runs off when bang, the gun fires. Boy nearly gut shot me and of course the buck gets away-

Nick looking fed up with Pete says something.

Nick: What are you going telling them this shit for?

Pete with an irritated look retaliates.

Pete: Because you almost blew the girl's face off yesterday and threatened to beat up an injured man. Seems relevant, trying to let them know it's nothing personal with you.

Pete: Why are you always giving me a hard time?

Pete: Because your always giving everyone else a hard time.

Nick: I apologized already. They accepted.

Pete: Ok, well I didn't know that.

Clem: It's ok Pete. He apologized.

Christa: Yea we already cleared up everything.

Nick: Your always trying to embarrass me.

Pete: Your doing a good enough job of that on your own!

The air around the group was tense as it seemed like they where gonna fight just like yesterday.

Omid: Ok, ok. Where all still on edge, but everything is fine now. Let's just take a breath, relax and just get to the-

Nick walks past us shoving Pete out of his way.

Pete: Leaving us again?

Nick: I know where the fucking river is.

He continues walking leaving us behind.

Pete: So anyway, I found that buck later that season. Shot it right in the neck. Brought it up to my sister figuring she'd want to freeze some of the meat. Nick didn't speak to me for weeks. Sometimes you gotta  play a role. Even if it means the people you love hate you for it.

Omid: You should tell him that.

Clem: I know Nick doesent hate you and you don't either.

Pete: His father was never there much. Didn't give him worth a damn so it came upon me to look after him. Raise him right, but he just continues to act more and more like that piece of shit I called brother.

Christa: I'm sure it wasent easy for you. Especially in a world like this. But we got lucky with Clem. She's just naturally good.

Pete: I wish I had Nick at her age. Would have been a lot easier to raise him without all the neglect and trauma. Luke is like a second son to me. That kid has a lot in that head of his. Always the optimist when times are tough and always willing to help me or others. Like you guys.

Omid: Well we sure appreciate-

Nick: UNCLE PETE!

We hear Nick yell from down at the river. We run to catch up to him to see not a river of water, but a river of bodies all over the area.

Pete: Nick!

We all see the scene with widened eyes as there where bodies everywhere and they still look fresh. Pete walks over to one with a hole in its head and pokes it with his rifle.

Pete:*Sighs* Fulla holes.

Clem: Who do you think did this?

Pete: Not sure yet. But it ain't your average gang of thugs that much I know.

Nick: Think about it, your Carver what do you do?

Clem: Whos Carver?

Omid: You've said his name a few times. What's your story with him.

They just look at us with questioning looks as Pete looks back at the bodies.

Pete: Check those guys there. And be careful! Some of them might still be moving.

I was about to go look around, but Omid grabs my shoulder.

Omid: Stay here Clem. We ain't helping.

Clem: What?

Pete: Why not?

Omid: I asked you guys a question and you just brushed it off like I'm not gonna be skeptical of you people when there is someone out there who may be a potential threat to my family. Either you tell me the story now, or well be on our way outta here.

Nick: We patched you guys up! You can't just leave us!

Omid: Watch me boy!

Nick: I ain't no boy!

Christa: Yea ok.

Pete: Can't we just do this after?

Omid: And have you still not tell us? Keep us in the dark? No thanks. Now or never Pete. We trust you, but you gotta understand I got family to protect just like you do.

Pete looks down and thinks about it for a minute.

Pete: *Sighs* Alright fine. I'll make it brief, because we need to find out what happened here.

We all listen in closely as Pete explains who this Carver is.

Pete: He has two names. He goes by Bill, but likes to be addressed as William Carver. He's a very dangerous adversary who knows no bounds when it comes to smarts. The guy thinks like he's playing Chess. Always thinking 2 moves ahead of you. We where apart of his camp for sometime until things started becoming more........ hectic. Long story short, the guy is fucking crazy and is hunting us down to take us back to work for him.

Christa: Anything else.

Pete chokes on his words at the beginning.

Christa: That's what I thought. I have always known that woman was no good, but to do that to your husband. I bet she didn't even tell him either and neither did any of you?

Pete: We don't know for sure who's it is, but it's not our say. Not our business.

Christa: And how do you think Alvin is gonna feel when he finds out the hard way and not by Rebecca the longer she keeps this from him? He'll find out you guys knew eventually and when it's bad. Your not gonna like the outcome of that little discussion.

Pete: Well it's Rebecca's problem right now. We got bigger fish to fry. I told you what you wanted to know. Can we look now?

Omid: One last thing. What does he look like, so if we ever run into him we know what to do.

Pete: He's an older looking guy with a beard, mustache, little to no sideburns with blue pants and a big brown with a white fur collar lining.

Christa: This one is shot too.

Christa already started helping is looking at some more dead bodies closer to the river.

Pete: Through the head.

Christa: Yea.

Pete shakes his head not liking this one bit.

Pete: Check the rest. And look for ammo. Where running low.

Christa: There are more out there.

Pete: This wasent no rinky dink pissin match.

Nick: What was it then?

Pete: FUBAR!

Christa and Omid are already over at the other bodies.

Nick: What are you two doing!? We need to get the fuck outta here!

Omid: We gotta check the rest. Someone may be alive and may be willing to tell us who did this. Besides if we don't check to make sure there all dead they could come back as a walker or maybe this is all an act and they might either jump us or follow us back to the cabin.

Pete: I agree with Omid. He has his head on straight. We gotta do this now. You stay here with Clem and keep searching these bodies.

He says as he's walking through the water. Nick looking really nervous who points out his concern.

Nick: This is a dumb idea.

Pete: You know what Nick I don't like this either, but sooner or later your gonna have to realize a simple truth.

Nick: What that your an asshole?

Pete: That nobody in this world is gonna give a goddamn weather you like something or not! I don't mean to be so harsh on you on the time, but goddamn you can be a real headache at times, but you know what I still put up with you because I care for you Nick. Always have, always will. Your the only blood family I have left and Im only looking out for you. Weather you want it or not. Your stuck with me until either of us die. You gotta grow up son. Just know I still love ya, you stupid kid.

Pete then turns around and walks over to a completly different set of bodies with Omid ading him. Christa is by herself while I'm with Nick.

Nick just continued to stare at Pete as he didn't have an angry face, but more of a worried one. He starts to pace for a bit before he stops with his back to me.

Nick: I need to be by myself for a bit. Go with your mother.

I was suprised to hear this with my eyes widened as I quickly reply as to not keep him in the quiet.

Clem: Oh she's not my mom.

Nick: Aunt, Grandma, Nanny, I don't give a damn. Just leave me be and go to her.

I don't answer back this time as I just make my way over to Christa.

Christa: I thought Pete told you to stay with Nick.

Clem: He wanted to be by himself. Like he really wanted me to leave.

Christa: Ughh that kid reminds me of Ben, only he's more of an adult which makes it worse cause he can actually fight back.

Clem: Didn't stop you tho.

Christa: The guys as soft as rotten fruit, but still. He's more of a handful to deal with then Ben since he was a wimp. No offense I know he was your friend.

Clem: No its ok. He was a wimp, but that doesent make me like him any less. He was who he was, and even tho he made really big mistakes, at least their all resting now.

Christa: Yea. And it's up to us to survive for them for as long as we can until it's our time.

I nod with a smile on my face and she smiles back. She's been a lot more positive lately which is good, but it seems like Omid changed as well.

He acts more serious and cold when he threatens people and he never threatened people. I'm worried for him, so I ask Christa about it.

Clem: Hey Christa. Has Omid seem different to you lately?

Christa: It's all I ever think about it. This isint the Omid I knew at the beginning of all this. I don't know what he's thinking, but it can't be anything good.

I just sit there in silence and look down at the body that is now in front of us. I inspect for a second. I look on the other side of the body and find something I thought was long gone.

Clem: *Gasp with a shiver*

Christa: What is it sweetie?

I point to my bag that I left behind back at our campsite from the night we got attacked and she widens her eyes with a suprised look.

Christa: Your backpack. But that means.

Clem crouches down to pick up her bag as the body wakes up coughing showing he's still alive, but barley as he looks really pale. He continues to cough and struggles with his breathing as he looks at me with his yellow eyes like Lee di- No!

Don't think about him now! You need to focus. I look at him again as I open my mouth to ask a question.

Clem: Who did this to you?

???: *Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Gasp for air* *Cough* *Cough*  Please.

He reaches over to my bag that's open a little with a water bottle sticking out of it.

I look at it then back at him with a puzzled look. I don't want to since he's going die, but I don't want him to suffer either.

As I continue to think the guys head gets impaled with a knife that's taped to a long wooden stick as I gasp and fall back and slightly crawl away.

I look up to see that it was Christa who killed him.

Christa: I give you mercy.

Clem: Wh-Wh-Why did you do that?

Christa: He wasent gonna tell us weather we gave him the water or not. He was gonna die soon anyway. I know its cold and probably heartless, but we need it more then he does, besides I did him a favor.

I'm still a little shaky, but I stay strong. I zip up my bag and put it around my back as I look at the guy one last time. That was until I heard Pete and Omid.

Pete: Shit!

Omid has himself on top of the crippled walker to hold it still.

Omid: Save the bullet! Just use the butt of your gun!

Pete nods his head as he continously bashes the walker's skull with the butt of his gun until it stops moving. Both men beath for air as we all look to see if their ok.

Nick: Uncle Pete!

Pete: I'm fine! I'm fine. Holy shit that was close. Thanks Omid.

Omid is on his back catching his breath as he throws his thumb in the air while still on his back.

Omid: You got it Petey.

Pete: Don't tell me your gonn me that from now on.

Omid: Just did it. Ain't no stopping it.

Pete: Goddamnit. You alright tho?

Omid sits back up with both his arms on his knees breathing more normally.

Omid: Oh just fucking peachy.

While everything seemed fine now it was about to be crazy as more walkers start rising and others start appearing from the woods.

Nick: SHIT LURKERS!!!

Nick starts shooting at the walkers on his side while Omid and Pete hold off their own walkers.

Omid: How many bullets you got left!?

Pete: Five!

Omid: Hold on to them in case we get overwhelmed!

Nick: Come this way!

Pete: Son of a bitch! Damnit you get your asses over her all of you!

Nick: I'll cover you!

Pete: This isint a joke get over here goddamnit!

Nick: Can't you listen to me just once? Just this one time? I got ammo!

So much was happening at one time that me and Christa didn't know what to do. We looked on as Omid calls for Christa.

Omid: Christa!

She looks at him as he nods his head to her. She had a worried look on her face but she nods back and grabs my hand to go over to Nick who just took out the last walker near him. He looks at us with confusion then notices that Pete is still being cornered by walkers with Omid.

Omid: Pete we have to go!

Pete: Nick!

Nick: Pete!

Christa: Nick we have to leave now!

With Nick and Pete still reluctant to leave they look back to see the walkers then at eachother until Pete nods and runs off with Omid. Meanwhile me, Christa, and Nick run off in another direction.

We continue running for a few minutes as walkers are still on our trail. We find this small looking concrete looking shed and decide to hide out in there until the walkers clear. If they ever decide to leave this area.