Fallen Angels

14: Mother Figure

I walked out of the tent, over to Brooklyn. She seems to be the only one here that doesn't hate my guts for the time being. Hunter hasn't spoken to me since this morning and believe it or not it feels so weird and I hate how not speaking to someone I would have never known until a few weeks ago would make me feel, and it's my birthday. I haven't since Chase since my birthday.

"Hey Clary," Brooklyn smiled as she saw me coming towards her. No one really said anything to me after the encounter my knife had with Hunters neck.

"Surprised you don't hate me. Everyone else seems to hate me right now," I walked into her tent.

"Whatever happened, happened, it has nothing to do with me or Sophia or Chase, we don't hate you. Don't think we ever will hate the only other girl near our age," She handed me a branch of mint leaves.

"Can't speak about Chase. Haven't seen him since it happened. Anyways Jim seems to be going crazy. Miranda and the rest of Morales family seem freaked" I took the branch off of her changing the topic.

"Yeah, who knows what's going with him. Come with me. Everyone's at the water or we could go exploring?" The Blonde girl stood up and reached for my hand.

The longer I stay with these people, the more I realise something is seriously off with Carol, Ed, Sophia and Brooklyn. Chase aswell but he seems more normal, more extroverted.

"Thanks for the offer Brooke but you're better off without me, guess Shane was right. You should go with Soph or down by the water with everyone," I rose to my feet, leaving her hand.

"Clary if this is all about making a point or about what happened earlier I really don't give a crap about it. Shane's... Shane's controversial to say the least," Brooklyn walks behind me as she speaks.

I just want some time.

Time to comprehend what the actual hell has happened this past week.  First the world is infested with walkers, then i get lumped with a bunch of hippy dippy strangers and now one of these so called people have left my uncle to die by the said walkers and also my birthday.

Cheers to 14 people!

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"SHANE STOP!" I hear Lori shouting as she along with Andrea Amy and Carol, follow Shane up the path to the top of the valley.

"Carl what going on?" I come down from the top of the caravan roof.

"Dunno, Shane has Ed though," Carl waits for me as my feet reach solid ground.

"The hell," I whisper to myself as I put on arm around Carl's shoulders and begin following the remains of the group.

We walk up the valley making small talk.

"Clare can I ask you a question?" The 12 year old asks.

"Well yeah you can but technically you just did," I raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk.

"Oh, okay so can I ask you two more? See I just asked you one so I really only have one question left," He looked up at me, his brown doe eyes brings a strange sense of comfort. We're in the middle of some weird pandemic and yet this kid doesn't seem to care.

"Okay, I see what you did there Carly. Go on shoot, ask the question," I squeezed his cheeks with on hand.

"Why do you hate Hunter? And... he's gonna hate me for telling you but he was saying to me and Chase that he thinks he might like you," Carl shook his head as he finished off his sentence.