The Walking Dead Game Season 2 X Brother of Clementine Reader

Episode 2: Two Groups

Y/n's POV...
Me and Pete couldn't make it back to the cabin, but luckily we found a truck to hide in. Pete sealed the door shut. "They shouldn't be able to get through that. But now, we can't get through them." Pete said. He sat down and I looked at his ankle. "How do you feel?" I asked him.
"Not good. My legs thumping like crazy." Pete said. "Hand me that there." He said. I looked behind me and saw a saw. "That won't work." I told him.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"Lee tried it on his arm. He still died." I told Pete.
"Must have been too late. It worked on a cousin, and it hasn't been long since i was bit." Pete said. I shrugged and gave him the saw. He was about to saw his leg off, but he stopped. "Oh, I'll bleed out like a stuck pig. What are you gonna do, carry me out of here on your back?" He asked. He threw the saw. "Just...just give me a minute." He sighed. "Aren't you concerned for your sister?"
"She's with Nick. I trust Nick enough to watch out for her." I told Pete.
"Well, alright." Pete sighed.
"I'm gonna search the truck. You just rest." I told Pete. I opened a box, hoping to find something. It was a box full of cigarette boxes. "Whats in there?" Pete asked. I showed him a pack of cigarettes. "Hand me one." He said. I looked at Pete's leg. "Stop looking down there. Just give me one." He told me. I took a cigarette out and gave him one. "You got a light?"
"Yeah." I pulled out the lighter me and Clementine had. I lit the cigarette for Pete and he started smoking it. "Ugh, that taste disgusting."
"Now what?" I asked.
"We wait." He said.

Clementine's POV...
Me and Nick ran to a shed. Nick used a box to keep the door shut. "Why'd you come with me?" Nick asked.
"Pete got bit." I told him.
"What? Then what about Y/n?" Nick asked, sounding concerned for my brother.
"Y/n's smart. He'll know what to do." I told Nick. I looked around and saw a lot of jars stacked on a shelf. "What is that?" He asked. I brought him a jar. He took a drink from it and slammed his hand down. "Whiskey." He kept drinking.
"Now what?" I asked him.
"Fuck if i know. We wait, I guess." He said.

Nighttime...Y/n's POV...
I was asleep. I had no idea what happened in the past few hours, but it was nighttime. Thats when I heard Pete let out a loud groan. I backed away. I was worried he was dead. I grabbed the saw and approached Pete. I cautiously and gently poked Pete with the saw. He let out a loud and long wave of coughs as his eyes shot open. He faced me. "I feel ten pounds of shit in a five pound sack." He told me. "Hey. I've been thinking, and I don't wanna die." Pete then started laughing, which turned into coughing. "Never thought i'd be the idiot to say something like that. I'm scared Y/n." Pete said to me. "Would you... would you promise me you and Clementine will keep Nick in check?" Pete asked.
"We will. Don't worry." I told him.
"Thank you." Pete said. "Its been a day. They ain't gonna find us." Pete concluded. He got up and looked out the truck. "I'll buy you some time. You make a run for it." He told me.
"Uhh, you're coming with me." I told Pete.
"To do what? Die a couple hours later?"
"No. To say goodbye to your nephew."
Pete sighed. "All right. I'll try." He said. "Lets get this over with."
We got out of the truck. A walker came up right next to us. We started running, and Pete fell. "This ain't gonna work. Go on now. Find my nephew and your sister." Pete told me.
"You gotta try." I told him.
"Go! Goddamnit, go!" Pete told me. I continued running.

Clementine's POV...
I woke up to the sound of shattering glass. Nick was throwing the jars of whiskey at a wall. I went over to him. "Can you stop?" I asked. He threw another jar, shattering it. He was about to throw another one, but sighed. "I had to kill my mom." Nick told me. It was out. "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, 'Nick, we're burnin' daylight.' And that was that. After six months, we were flat broke. But i didn't care. We were having fun." Nick told me his story. "So many people have died. We've been here a day. We don't know if Pete or Y/n even made it." Nick said.
"You're just drunk." I told him.
"No shit?" He held a jar out to me. "Have a drink with it. It'll be your first, and probably your last." He said. I took the drink from him. I knew "To Peter Joseph Randall, the nicest, mean ol' bastard i knew." He said. I took a drink of the moonshine. I immediately choked on it. It was pretty strong in alcohol. "Listen. They aren't coming for us. You should get outta here." Nick told me.
"What about you?"
"I'm gonna stay here. I'm tired." He said.
"Come with me."
"And leave all this?"
"You still have Luke and everyone else. I need your help to get out of here, Nick." I told him. He took a drink of his whiskey and got up. "In case we get separated, cabin's half a mile from here."

We left the shed we were in. "Fuck it." Nick said behind me. We got outside. A walker tried to get to us, but Nick smashed the alcohol jar on its face. "Fuck you, motherfucker!" Nick said. More showed up. "Hey, you fucks! Come get me!" Nick separated from me and started waving his arms. "Get outta here! Find your brother!" Nick told me.
"Get back to the shed!" I told Nick.
"Go!" He shouted. I started running. I ran past a few walkers and ran straight.