The Ghost and The Angel. (Clem X Male Reader fanfiction)

Chapter 2: A New Home

It had been 6 months in total since everything happened at the ranch, You still hadn't found much to live for. Although Buell was still alive and well for the time being. Rook was pretty well trained in the 2 month time span, he knows all of your hand movements meanings and listens when told to do a command.

Y/N: I know boy, im hungry too..just try not to bite my hand off if i feed you food again yeah?

Rook: *Whines and puts head down*

Y/N: Hey look at me, its not your fault you bit me last week, you were hungry, i was too. I'll feed you two before i even think about feedin myself. Your all i got.

You bend down, scratching behind rooks ear as he wags his tail in excitement from getting attention. Making a warm smile form on your face.

Y/N: Buell you okay boy?

You ask your horse as you pat his side, continuing to walk.

Y/N: I kinda missed this ya know? Walking wherever i wanted to, leaving whenever i felt like it. It's peaceful to me.

Rook whines at this comment, letting out a small ruff.

Y/N: Yeah i know buddy, and i will find a place to settle down in. I'll make sure of it i promise.

Buell begins to pant fast and slightly freak out, causing you to draw your colts and calming him down. Then turning around to see Rook was sniffing the ground.

Y/N: What is it boy? You smell somethin?

You look down to Rook who growls and barks, tracking the scent that he caught down the road, you and Buell following close behind.

Y/N: Ya know as dumb as it sounds i hope you smell booze or somethin we can fuckin snack on, cause im starvin.

Rook leads you and Buell to an old train station, the trains derailed and showing heavy signs of decay.

Y/N: Holy shit! Good boy Rook! This place..it might be what we needed!

Rook barks happily at you, sticking his tongue out and wagging his tail. Another warm smile appears across your face, but is quickly wiped clean when you hear moans from inside the station.

Y/N: Shit..walkers. Never could be that easy could it?

You look to Rook shaking your head, proceeding to pull out your Bowie knife.

Y/N: Stick close by me Rook. And you, you jackass, don't freak out again.

You say sternly, glaring at Buell

Y/N: Now shhh..

You and Rook begin to crouch over towards where you heard the sounds, looking up past a few metal barrels to see, its only one walker.

Y/N: Hm..figured there would be more. Maybe it was this easy?

You walk up to the walker, that's now swinging its arms at you, inching closer and closer, You stab it in the head with your knife.

Tossing its body aside you frown at the crops you see in the small garden that have withered.

Y/N: Looks like whoever lived here is long gone by now. Sure did have a good thing going huh? Maybe if theres anymore seeds we could grow some new ones.

You look to Rook smiling at the thought of that idea, him wagging his tail.

Y/N: For right now though lets have a look around and see what else we can find.

You spot a trash can with what looks to be some sort of home made water catcher. Upon inspection you open the lid, scooping your hands in it and taking a swig of the water, instantly regretting it and spitting it up