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Chapter 5: "Looting"

Zak's POV

I ran my hands through my hair, scratching my neck and looking at the pig. "J-John." I let out, looking at him. He looked up, staring back. "Do you trust Clara?" He was silent for a moment before shrugging.

"Yes."

"Why?" I scoffed slightly, looking at the pig. "Aye, it's burning.." John yanked it off, slapping the fire. He sighed, kicking rocks over the fire, shrugging again. I stared him down, turning my head and watching the girls run up the hill. Hazel had never been looting before. If she gets hurt...

"I guess because I got more time to talk to her. All she did to you was kick you into barrels because you attacked her." He let out. His comments snapped me back to Earth. "Hmmmph.." I folded my arms, looking back at the hill. Now Hazel was out of reach, in the arms of that barrel kicking son of a bitch...

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Hazel's POV

I stumbled, almost falling down the hill. Clara grabbed my arm, pulling me upright. I nodded as she pulled me into a tree. I almost yelled a protest, but I heard footsteps outside. I hesitated before looking through a small hole in the tree, gasping when I saw a walker eye looking back at me.

It groaned, smashing through the hollow exterior. I screamed, falling back. Clara simply pulled her revolver, blasting its brains out. I shook, staring at its corpse. She grabbed my arm again, pulling me up, and dragging me to the farmhouse.

We ran inside, panting. "You loot the fridge, I'll go upstairs." She ran to the stairs, leaving me in the kitchen. I opened the fridge, my hands still shaking. I took most of the food, sticking it in my backpack and running up the stairs after her. I scrambled into a small room. Not seeing her, I pulled back, looking for her.

I ran into another room, smacking into her. She yelled, kneeing me in the gut. I screamed, falling on my knees. She gasped, falling in front of me. "I am so... Sorry..." She put her hand on my shoulder. I coughed, slowly nodding. I grabbed a bottle of painkillers from my pocket, taking two.

She pulled me up again, giving me a loose hug. "Do I have to carry you?" She whispered, gripping my arms. I shook my head, hiking up my backpack, getting up shakily. She slowly nodded, walking slowly down the stairs. "Alright. Come on. We have to get back before your boyfriend kills me." She walked down the stairs as I muttered, "He's not my boyfriend.."

I ran alongside, feeling much better. We walked up the hill in utter silence. I got a bad feeling in my stomach, hearing footsteps again. I looked around, seeing nothing, catching back up with Clara. "Aye, I think I saw someth-" I managed to let out, before being tackled to the ground by God knows what. I screamed, kicking defencelessly. I felt the thing clawing at me.

Clara jerked around, grabbing her blade and cutting its head off. I opened my eyes, shaking. It was a walker. "A fucking walker..." I covered my mouth, shuddering.

"Why do you always get hurt?" Clara frowned, staring at the corpse. My eyes went wide, checking my body for a bite or scratch. The only wound: A scratch over my old scratch over my forearm. Which caused my old one to open. Again.

I shrugged, shivering. Grief crossed Clara's face and she rubbed her face. "At least you're not bitten.. But Zak will kill me anyhow.." I gripped my arm, shaking.

"I won't let him," I muttered, trying to re-wrap my arm with bandages. She came over to me, rolling my sleeve over my arm. "Maybe you don't have to prevent him from killing me. We can just keep it secret." I nodded, seeing Zak and John come running from the Prison. I immediately stood, getting nervous.

We walked towards the gate, meeting them there. "What happened?" Zak breathed. "We got crap-loads of shit that's what happened." Clara smiled. I pulled a bag full of fruit, showing him. His eyes flickered on the fruit.

"Awesome." He smiled, gesturing us inside. It was getting dark, but none of us were tired. Especially not me. My heart was still beating fast. John started the fire back up and we all sat around, sharing the fruit. "I guess I do trust you, Clara." Zak let out, biting into his apple. I smiled, looking over at her. She stared at the fire, shrugging.

"Thank you for your consideration." She got up, stretching, walking inside the Prison tunnel. "I'ma get some sleep. Night." She twirled the cell keys around her finger, walking inside.

Soon, John got up to sleep and it was just me and Zak.

I stared at the fire, twiddling with the core of my pear. Zak cleared his throat. "What else did you guys get?" I hesitated before saying, "I have no idea what Clara got. I scavenged the kitchen and-" I immediately stopped, remembering when Clara kicked me in the stomach. Then I started getting nervous. Zak cocked his eyebrow at me. "And?"

"And... I found her upstairs and we left. We came here and met you guys," I said. Apart from the fact I got scratched as well... Zak peered at me. "I hate it when you lie." He said. I flinched, staring at him.

"I..." I trailed off, hesitating before swallowing. Was I going to tell him about Clara kicking me? Or the scratch? It was just a scratch... "A Walker scratched me. Luckily Clara cut its head off before it could bite me." I braced myself for Zak to yell, I knew it! I knew you were going to get hurt! I should have gone, blah blah blah. But all he did was hug me. I swear I think he started sobbing. "You idiot..." He stroked my hair, crying on my shoulder.

"It didn't bite me, Zak." My eyes narrowed. "Don't you blame this on Clara. She saved me." He waved Clara off. 

"Let me see it." I hesitated before rolling up my sleeve. He took off my bandages, looking at the double scratch. 

He peered before saying, "You're fine." I nodded as he bandaged my arm and rolled my sleeve back.

"Come on. I'm not leaving you out here alone." Zak kicked the coals over the fire, grabbing my arm and taking me inside. I groaned. I pulled from him, walking in my cell. He peeked in and sighed. I glanced over, taking off my gloves. I hummed. "Are you okay?" I wanted to roll my eyes, but you don't roll your eyes at someone who cares.

"Mhm." I crawled into the bunk, laying on my side. "Night Zak." He scratched the side of his face. "If you need me I'll be in the cell next to you,  okay?" I nodded and waved. He waved, slowly pulling to his cell. He peeked back in. "Can I just... Sleep in here?"