Omid's POV

Me and Pete have been taking refuge in a cigarette truck until the walkers cleared. We just entered as Pete just managed to lock it before they could bust in.

Pete: Well they shouldn't be able to get through that.

Omid: On the downside we can't get through them.

Pete: *Sighs* Exactly.

Omid: Well you rest up. I'll look for anything in here to help.

Pete: You sure your arm is alright?

Omid: Oh I hardly even feel it anymore. Besides its the least I can do for all you have done for us.

Pete smiles and sits down near the door and closes his eyes while I look around the truck. I search a small shelf in the truck and find nothing but trash. Nothing resourceful, except for this screwdriver that still looks clean somehow. It pretty much looks untouched.

Pete: At least you got a weapon.

Omid: How many shots in the rifle left?

Pete: I still have all 5.

Omid: Good. That will really help us in getting outta here.

Pete: Get outta here? Haven't you seen how many of them are out there?

Omid: It's nothing compared to what someone I knew went through. Clementine had a caretaker and went through a whole infested sea of walkers to get to her. Clem told us the whole story. If one guy can walk through a whole hoard of hundreds of thousands of walkers then the two of us is more then enough to take out a dozen of them. We'll survive this.

Pete: Jesus. A whole sea? I can't even imagine having to do something like that and he did it to keep that girl alive. If that isin't motivation I don't know what is.

Omid: Took the words right outta my mouth.

Pete now has this newfound determination inside him that has him mentally preparing  himself to take out the walkers.

I go to look over at the front of the truck and it looks just as trashed as the rest of this truck, but I see the keys are still in the ignition.

Omid: The keys are still here.

Pete: Worth a try.

Omid: Nope. Not a single drop of gas in here.

Pete: Damn.

Omid: I see a box over to the side and I already know what it is so I don't even bother opening it.

Pete: What about that box there?

Omid: Not worth the look. Already know what's in it.

Pete: Then what's in it.

Omid: Not telling you. Besides we can't use it anyway.

I sit down having already checked the whole truck only finding the screwdriver. Something is better then nothing.

Omid: So whenever your ready. We can try and escape this tin can.

Pete: Just give me a few more minutes. Still gotta mentally prepare myself.

I wonder if that walker from last night is still out there? Well if it is hopefully it isint anywhere near us.

Pete: What you thinking about?

I look up at Pete being awoken from my thoughts. I think weather or not to tell him about that walker or not.

Fuck it. Best for people to know about if it is still out there, so they know what to expect.

Omid: Just this really bizarre thing I saw last night when when got attacked.

Pete: What'd you see?

Omid: What I'm gonna tell you is something pretty much everyone isint gonna believe, but me, Christa, and Clem saw it with our own eyes. Clem was right in front of it.

Pete looks on with a more intriguing intent as he listens closely as to what I'm about to tell him.

Omid: So the night starts off like any other....

Y/N's POV

I lost the group this morning and then I heard screaming and yelling mixed with gunshots. I followed the noise to only find a whole group of bodies by a stream with some freakers walking around. I felt their heat signatures in seperate directions. I follow the strongest set of heat signatures as I see more freakers out then usual.

Why is it every time Clem is with a new group there's always a whole fucking hoard of walkers around. She can't be bad luck right? It has to be because most of the population is dead and just found their way in every point of this planet.

After walking for sometime I come across a concrete looking shed as I feel a really intense heat. Clem has to be in there. They must be trapped in there. How am I gonna get them out without them seeing me?

I walk around the shed from a distance as I see a generator behind it. I walk up to it and see that it's still intact. All I gotta do is turn it on.

Y/N: Please let it be that easy.

I click the on button as it turns on and the engine inside makes a lot of noise getting the attention of every walker in the area.

Y/N: Oh thank god it was that easy. Now they can escape without too much trouble. I better hide myself before they see me.

I walk back into the woods as I keep my eyes out for them. I see them run off as I continue to follow their heat signatures.

Clem's POV *10 minutes earlier*

We have been hiding in this shed for a while now and the walkers still haven't left. Sooner or later we might have to make a run for it. They won't be able to find us here.

The only thing we found in here that can be used is whiskey. But not in a good way since me and Christa are now confronting Nick who's been drinking them like crazy and then throws them into the wall making a lot of noise.

Christa: Hey! What's your problem? Keep it down will you!

Nick ignores her and throws another glass into the wall. Christa gets more angry with him as he goes to throw another, but before Christa could stop him he just brings it back down and closes his eyes.

Christa: Ok. Now that your done with your little temper tantrum would you ple-

Nick: I had to kill my mom.

Me and Christa look at him with wide eyes as I start to feel sad and sympathetic towards him. I kinda know what it's like to have to kill someone you love even tho it wasent my parents.

Nick: *hmph* Feels weird when I say that out loud hu? Luke always used to push me. I never wanted to go into business with him. I remember when he sold me on it. His big plan. Some fuckin' plan. A case of beer in, he just said, (imitating Luke) "Nick, we're burnin' daylight." (normal voice) And that was that. After six months, we were flat broke. But I didn't care. We were havin' fun. (drinks whiskey) I wish I was like him. I wish I could just keep movin' all the time. But I'm just not... built like that. Everyone I grew up with. It all... happened to them. And now it's going to happen to us. We're all so fucked. This whole world is fucked.

Christa: Your just drunk.

Nick: No shit.

Clem: Well make it out of this.

Nick: Bullshit.

Christa: We used to know someone like you. He'd always screw up too.

Nick: Screw up? I didn't ask for-

Christa: But then he stepped up and did what he thought was right. He ain't no more, but at least he tried. The least you could do is try. For Luke and Pete.

Nick looks at Christa then picks himself up with the glass jar still in his hand.

Nick: Your right. With what the world is now, I gotta do more. Do what is right by my family. *Takes another sip of the glass jar* You guys ready?

Christa: You sure your good to go?

Nick: I'll be alright. I'll just let you take the rifle and then-

We hear a lot of noise going off from the wall next to us that is behind the shed.

Clem: What's that?

Christa: An engine?

Nick: Engine from what?

Christa: It don't matter this is our chance. We'll let it go off for a minute then we make a book for it. Every walker around here is gonna be attracted to it.

Christa quickly runs over and picks up the rifle. I still have my hammer while Nick holds on to the glass jar. We bide our time as we finally book it out of there with everyone due to the walkers being mostly distracted by the engine.

Clem: I don't know if that was a freak accident or not. But if anybody did cause that noise I thank you for helping us and I hope we cross paths one day.

Y/N's POV *Current Time*

I followed the trio back to the cabin as they walk in. Few minutes later 3 people come back out one being the same guy with the blue hat, the other being an holder Hispanic with a beard, stash, and sideburns all connected to his hair on his head. The final one being a pregnant woman?

Y/N: Why the fuck are they letting a pregnant woman walk about around here? Did they not tell them the area is infested with freakers?

They all continue to walk off as the cabin door closes as I feel Clem's heat signature in there, so she's staying behind. I keep my distance from the cabin watching over the area.

Omid's POV

To say Pete was shocked beyond belief would be an understatement. His eyes where wide with a open jaw as he took in every word I had told him.

Pete: And your absolutely positive that it's still out there?

Omid: We never killed it. Didn't want to challenge it when it moves around like a ninja.

Pete: Shit. I hope it's the only one.

Omid: I hope so too Pete. I hope so too.

Pete: Alright that's enough story time. What do you say about getting outta here?

Omid: I'm the one who told you about getting outta here.

Pete: Well like my old daddy used to say. Where burnin' day light.

Omid: I have a plan.

Pete: What's that?

Omid: We need to take out the walkers closets to the truck so incase one way is a no go we have other ways to run, so your gonna sneak out and when your clear I'll hint the horn so they attack the back of the truck again. You shoot two or three shots hopefully killing two or three walkers and they start to follow you. You run to a more open area while I come out the truck from behind them and kill as many as I can with my knife. You use the butt of your rifle to knock them back and if you can smash their heads in.

Pete: Came up with that on the fly?

Omid: Gotta think smarter not harder.

Pete: Well I like it. Let's do it.

Omid: Ready?

Pete: Ready.

Pete opens the back of the truck and luckily no walkers are near it. He sneaks into the woods as Omid closes the truck and locks it again.

Omid: Wait a few minutes then it's showtime.

He sees Pete on the left side mirror and sees him put a thumbs up signaling he's ready.

Omid: Alright let's go!

I start to honk on the horn as the walkers start to walk to the back of the truck until most of them are piled up making Pete reviel himself from his position and shoots 2 walkers killing them.

They all start to walk over to him which now allows me to exit the truck and go to sneak up behind them, but a walker sneaks up behind me and makes me fall to the ground as I quickly overpower the walker and stab it in the head.

I continue over to the small group going after Pete and thought of something.

Omid: I wonder if...

I kick behind the walkers knee and quickly stab it in the head.

Omid: Yea these walkers are very fragile and vulnerable. This will be easier then I thought.

Pete seems to notice what I'm doing so he takes his rifle and swings it like baseball bat into a walkers knee dropping it to the floor easily and I quickly come up behind it and stab it in the head.

Quickly one by one me and Pete would take out the group of walkers until there was none left.

Pete: Holy shit. We did it.

Omid: Told you we'd do it.

Pete: Shit look out!

The gunshots made more noise then I thought. When I look behind me I saw a nother group of the same amount of walkers we just took out only this time they got the drop on us.

That was until we heard a machine gun going off and crouch while backing up as the gunfire takes out all the walkers.

We look to see whoever took out the walkers and I see someone in a grey jacket with an Assult Rifle I've never seen before. He walks up to us and puts his gun away taking out a pistol.

???: You guys alright?

I'm a little suprised that he's acting friendly.

Omid: Uhhh. Yeah.

Pete: Who are you?

???: Not now. Every freaker in this area is gonna be on our ass unless we start moving.

Omid: Freaker?

???: To me they look like freaks, so I call them freaks, freaker, or freakers nows not the time to be talking about who calls these things what we gotta move!

We both get up and follow him as we run into the woods. We run for a few minutes and we come across I bike who I assume is his.

Omid: Isint that just gonna attract more walkers to us?

???: Uhhhh no it won't.

Pete: Last I checked motorcycles are the ones that always wake me up while I'm sleeping.

???: Ok, ok well for your information motorcycles are really not to loud in the first place, it may sound loud while your riding it but if you really need something quieter, the only thing you can do is get a good muffler, and if you want more performance, make sure to get an expansion chamber with the integrated muffler which I have all of that.

He starts his bike up and we barley even hear the engine turn on as he starts riding slowly.

???: Tell me which way to go and when where close let me know so I can drop you off there.

Omid: Why not all the way?

???: Didn't think you'd trust me taking me all the way to where you stay at.

Pete: He has a point.

???: So? Which way am I going?

Pete: Go to your left.

He turns to his left and starts riding slowly so he still sees us.

Pete: Where gonna be walking for a minute.

???: I got time.

Omid: Got time to tell us who you are now?

???: .......

Omid: Come on. You saved us and are helping us get back to our people. The least you can do is give us your name, so if we ever cross paths again after this maybe I can help you.

He looks down probably thinking about it. He raises his head back up and nods while stoping real quick. He pats down the seat behind him telling me to hop on. A little weirded out by this I reluctantly hop on the bike with my back to him.

???: Now what's your name?

Omid: Omid. And yours?

Clem's POV

Me and Christa just trained Sarah a little bit on how to handle a gun that she found and hid under a bed. She said she couldn't find any bullets, but we'd rather not take the chance and made sure the chamber was empty and the clip was out.

Sarah: Maybe I could practice outside. Theres that tree. Hey Lukes back!

She runs down the stairs as me and Christa look out but don't see anybody.

Christa: I don't don't this one bit already. Come on Clem, quickly.

We quickly make our way down stairs as we see a figure walk past a window but looked a little bigger then Luke.

Sarah: That's not Luke.

Christa looks at her with serious and squinted eyes as I look a little worried as to who it might be.

Sarah: Clem I think I know him.

The stranger knocks on the door.

Sarah: He can't see me? You have to make him go away.

Clem: Why can't he see you?

Christa: Carver.

???: Hello.

He says while knocking on the door again.

Sarah: *Breathing heavily* I can't breath. I ca- I can breath.

Clem: Shhhh.

Christa walks up to the door slowly as the guy continues to knock on the door.

???: Hello.

Christa goes to lock the door but he just opens the door showing us that it is indeed Carver. Everything about him Pete said he looked like. Brown coat with a fur lining and full face of hair connected to his hair.

This aura I'm feeling off of him feels. Intense and not in a good way. This guy is dangerous. I hope Christa knows what she's doing.

Carver: Hello there.

Christa: Hello.

Carver: How are ya?

Christa: Ok. How are you?

Carver: I'm doing just fine. Thank you.

He continues to talk as me and Christa see his gun on his left side of his waist.

Carver: My family and I are set up along the river and I'm, suprised we haven't run into each other yet. What's your name?

Christa: Bianca. What's your name?

Carver: Cute name. Hahahaha. *Holds out his hand* Mines George honey.

Christa looks at his hand before reluctantly shaking his hand.

Carver: Pleasure to meet you.

Christa: If you say so.

They look at each other with intent that could cut through the atmosphere with a knife.

Carver: Do you mind if I come in for a bit?

Just barges while asking that. Not even allowing her to answer.

Christa: Yes! I do mind! You got some nerve barging in-

Carver shuts the door behind him then he sees me.

Carver: Oh well hello there little one.

Says with a smile on his face but I know it's fake. This guy reeks of villainy.

Clem: Hi.

Carver: What's your name sweetie?

Clem: Carley.

Carver: Oh that's a sweet name. Is there anyone else around? You don't usually see places this big and not have a few people in it.

Christa: No its just us. We like the extra space for our supplies.

Carver: Well I didn't think of it that way. Not a bad idea.

We all continue to stare at each other as I'm sure he's thinking on what lies to tell us.

Carver: Well, I'll cut to the chase; I'm looking for my people. Seven of them, to be exact. They've been gone a long while and... I'm worried they might've gotten lost. Maybe you've seen 'em. Couple of farm boys and an old man... Spanish guy and his daughter. Quiet girl, bit taller than you. A big black guy. This big *makes round gesture with both hands over belly*. And a pretty little pregnant lady.

That pretty much describes everyone in this cabin. I was expecting a lie.

Christa: No, we haven't seen them.

Carver: Well that's a damn shame.

Carver enters the kitchen. He notices the dirty dishes piled in the sink.

Carver: That's a lotta plates for two people. Looks like a tornado ran through here.

Christa: Carley.

She gives me a fake stern look to keep up the act that it's just us as I go to lean on the kitchen counter.

Clementine: Yeah. Well. I'm supposed to be doing the dishes.

I look over to see a knife on the counter across from us and is closer to Carver.

Carver: Just passin' through, or you been here a while? Hey, listen, Bianca is it? I hope you're not one of those nuts headed up north, lookin' for Shangri-La. Now, I'm not sure why you'd go anywhere after findin' this place. Hell, I just got here and I already don't want to leave.

Christa: Just passin' through. Going north.

Carver: Whole lot of people headed that way lately. Me, I don't get it. Just as much nothin' up there as there is down here. And I can't stand that Yankee weather.

Christa: Well that 'Yankee' weather slows the walkers down.

Carver: Gonna need just as much snow to slow them down like it does slow us down unless you got warmth nearby. Also they don't feel the 'Yankee' weather. They can't die to it unless their in a blizzard, but we can overtime.

We look at him like he was insane, but I'm not sure which way. He has a point, but. I don't know now.

Christa: Well take our chances up there like you want down here. What we do about our survival is our business.

He sees me continuesly looking at the knife, so he picks it up and holds it up to Christa making me jump a little.

Carver: Where does this go?

Christa: Over in the drawer behind you.

He takes the knife and puts it away. He then walks back out into the living.

Carver: Ahh this a real nice place. Kinda cozy.

Carver notices a plaid shirt draped over the couch.

Carver: I knew a guy that always wore shirts like this. Doctor. Real smug son of a bitch. But a smart man. I miss him.

Christa: I don't care.

Carver: You know your not being a very nice house guest.

Christa: You just barged in here like you owned the place even after you asked if I mind which I did, so the way I see it. You where never a guest to begin with.

Carver: Touchè.

Carver looks at the chessboard on the coffee table. Sarah sneaks upstairs.

Carver: Well, well...white's in trouble. Three moves away from checkmate. What was that?

Christa shrugs. Sarah goes into the upstairs room and closes the door right before Carver looks up.

Carver: I thought you said it was just you two.

Christa: It IS just us two!

Carver draws his pistol and attempts to go up the stairs, but Christa steps in front of him with an angry and stern look that I think could kill.

Christa: You are over staying your welcome 'Geroge'. I think its about time you see yourself out or I assure you things will get uglier then your poor sense of facial hair.

Carver looks at Christa for a minute before he smiles and puts his pistol away.

Carver: Your right. That was rude of me. No need to be hostile. I'll see myself out.

He walks over to the front door as Christa says one last thing to him.

Christa: Don't ever come back!

But Carver had to get the last word in.

Carver: You have a real good day now.

We hear the door shut and after a few minutes when hes fully gone we call down Sarah.

Christa: Sarah! You can come down it's safe!

Soon after Sarah opens the door and pokes her head out looking down at us.

Sarah: Is he really gone?

Christa: Yea I scared him off don't worry.

Sarah then sighs in relief as she walks down the stairs and sits on one of the couches. I join her as Christa had other plans.

Christa: I'm gonna look around the house. See if there is anything useful for us to use.

Sarah: Uhhhhh.

Christa: I'm not gonna go in anybodies rooms. I'm just gonna check the room you let us use, the kitchen, bathroom, closets and pantries if there is any.

Sarah: I guess that's ok .

Christa smiles at her making her smile back and feel more relaxed and get more comfy on the couch.

Christa: Stay with her Clem. I'll be around if you need me.

Clem: Ok.

Christa then pats my head with a smile as I smile back at her. She leaves towards the kitchen leaving me and Sarah.

Clem: So Sarah. Uhhhh.

Sarah: How's your arm?

Clem: Oh. Yea it's fine now.

Sarah: So it wasent a lurker.

Clem: No it wasn't. It was a dog.

Sarah: Sounds scary. I bet it hurt.

Clem: It did. Like hell.

Sarah: Sware.

Clem: Now I know how Christa and Omid feel.

Sarah: You do that to them too and you still say bad words.

Clem: Kinda hard not to since I was surrounded with people saying bad words growing up even before the apocolypse.

Sarah: Is it fun?

Clem: What? To sware?

Sarah: Yea. I mean everyone here says bad words, but my dad said if he ever heard me sware he'd slap the taste out my mouth. (Yea I'm making Carlos a little more of a Hispanic. Ain't no way you hear a Hispanic only lecturing their kid being disappointed and being a good nice parent na they all assholes and won't hesitate to slap Jesus into your soul. I should know I am Hispanic)

Clem: Jeez. That sounds really harsh. Just do it when he's not around.

We sit in silence for a moment as she just sits there like a stone not knowing what I just said meant.

Clem: Like right now.

Sarah: I can't. My dad will be mad if he heard or knew.

Clem: He's out right now and won't know because I won't tell.

Sarah: Are you sure?

Clem: Yes.

Sarah: You sware?

Clem: Yes I sware.

Sarah: Pinky sware as friends?

She holds her pinky out as I look at her for a second and think why she's acting like this. I couldn't wait for long tho and had to say something.

Clem: Yea. Pinky sware, as friends.

I hold my Pinky out and we cross our Pinkys together therefore sealing the promise.

Sarah: Which word should I say?

Clem: I dont know. What cuss word does your dad usually say?

Sarah: Well I mean when he gets mad he often says the F word.

Christa: Fuck!

We look towards the kitchen door as Christa comes out panting.

Clem: What happened.

Christa: If where staying here somebody better do them damn dishes when they come back. I sware I saw a cockroach giving birth in there.

Me and Sarah give a disgusted look along with a EWWWWWWWWWW!