Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 35

Since you slept with Nola, two days passed. She was really trying hard, kissing you whenever you were leaving the RV like if you were a couple, saying that she loves you... It made you really feel bad to have accepted to have sex with her. Now she was thinking that there was hope for you two. You had sex with her during the two nights that followed that night where she discovered that she can find pleasure in sleeping with someone, and you really tried to catch the slightest clue that you could have feelings for her. But the truth is that you don't love her. At all. She was enjoying it, a lot, but you weren't. It just wasn't the same than with Lydia. There's something different. Or just it's because you don't love yourself enough to be able to love others.

Now, you're walking through the camp, Nola still sleeping in the RV. You fear the moment where you'll have to tell her that you don't love her, that it'd be better to stop seeing yourselves like that. You don't know how she'll react, and she's already emotionally unstable. You came across Justin, who was cutting to pieces a rabbit, and he greeted you. You greeted him back and kept walking. As you were about to go to one of the fences that needs to be reinforced, a hoarse voice called you out. You turned around, and saw Roth coming your way.

- Hey, asshole ! Have you seen Nola around ?

You took a dumbfounded look.

- Who's Nola ?

- A blonde girl, with blue eyes, who usually swims in the lake. Have you seen her ?

- No. Why ?

Roth took quick looks around, frowning.

- Whatever. Fucking bitch... Anyway, I've got a job for you.

- A job ?

- Yeah. Forgot about our little agreement ? (You shaked your head in negation.) Good. One of my teams spotted a settlement of hostiles, at four miles, North direction. I need you to take care of them, and bring back whatever you can find.

You squinted at him, feeling that there's something wrong in that story.

- What do you mean by "hostiles" ?

- It means what it means, smartass, retorted Roth while tapping your forehead with his index. Here's the gun you'll have, he said while handing you a wooden M14, with a homemade silencer created with what looks like pieces of a sleeping bag and duct tape. Twenty shots magazine, .308 Winchester, a basic hunting scope. Have fun, he finished while walking away.

Grumbling, you walked to your pick-up and drived away after going inside the RV and grabbing your rifle with extra ammo. Following the North direction, you came across hundreds of wrecks on the interstate, and dozens of biters. Three hours later, after scanning a two miles wide perimeter in the direction where that settlement is sensed to be, you didn't find anything. You were about to give up and go back to the camp when you heard a detonation, in the woods, not that far from Petersburg. Feeling like you just earned the jackpot, you left the interstate and took smaller roads, snaking their way in the woods. You parked the pick-up next to an old hunting shack that seemed abandoned for at least ten years, and took the M14 in hands, your Winchester 70 slinged on your shoulder, before starting to make your way through the woods, carving crosses on the trunks of the trees you came across to find your way back. Minutes passed. You started to sweat, the suffocating heat staying stucked at ground level because of the thick foliage. You can hear growls and rustle all around you, but you can't see shit. Each twig you crush under your boots seems to resonate in the whole forest like a detonation. You tighten your grip on the M14.

- Hey, man, have you heard about Lana ? 

That sudden voice makes your heart jump in your chest, and you jump on the ground. Two shadows are walking through the trees, at maybe 200 feet of you, on your right. They're both carrying hunting rifles.