Still Not Bitten

A Broken Group

I already miss Luke 😭 He was such an amazing character to write, and I hate that whenever I replay these games I get attached to them knowing damn well they die

Without further delay, onto the chapter!

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Jane pants softly as she runs across the ice, a freezing, weak (Y/N) cradled in her arms. Clement runs ahead with Bonnie, racing past Kenny and the others inside to get a fire going.

"How the fuck did that happen?!" Kenny roars in anger, turning and racing after Jane and (Y/N) into the house, Mike and Arvo in tow.

"Clement, hurry!" Jane barks, Clement frantically shoving aside furniture stacked in front of the fireplace.

"Jesus Christ..." Mike breathes out in horror and disbelief at the situation, cradling AJ close to his chest.

Jane runs over towards the fireplace, Clement on his knees by said fireplace and searching for a way to start a fire. Jane lowers the girl to the ground gently and unlatches the sheathe for her machete with haste, setting it down with a clatter before she unzips her jacket, tugging it off her and hanging it over the fireplace.

Clement turns to (Y/N), a whimper leaving him at the sight of her. Her hair was frosting, her lips turning a dark shade as shudders escape through her chattering teeth. Her gaze was distant as she struggled to stay awake, her head slumping every so often before she corrected it to wake herself up.

"We have to get her warm!" Jane speaks quickly with urgency, "she's going to freeze to death!"

Kenny's eye widens at this before he scowls, slowly turning and glaring at Arvo with a snarl.

Clement looks up with wide, sad eyes, quickly sitting down in front of her with his legs parted and holding his arms open. (Y/N)'s eyes meet his before she scoots forward slowly while shivering, wrapping her arms around his torso with her legs tucked under her rear. His arms wrap around her, his hands rubbing up and down her arms to help create friction for warmth.

"I got you, you're safe," Clement whispers softly in her ear, holding her tight as his eyes close, brows furrowed in concern.

Jane rushes to the other room, searching for a lighter or anything else that could help get a fire started. Arvo looks down at (Y/N) and Clement with a blank, unreadable expression, Bonnie softly crying into her hands as she shakes her head.

"He's just gone..." Mike paces around anxiously, his words laced with disbelief. "Luke's fucking gone."

Bonnie wipes her tears as she walks over to the kids, dropping down to her knees and rubbing her hand on (Y/N)'s back as she trembles violently in Clement's arms.

"We should've gone around..." Mike continues, his voice low.

"God damn it!" Kenny shouts, roughly kicking aside a wooden chair as he paces.

"We should've just fucking gone around," Mike repeats in a shaky whisper, his shoulders shaking as tears well in his eyes.

"God. Damn. It!"

(Y/N) buries her face in Clement's chest, her voice shaking as she speaks. "I-- I should've-- I should've stayed back with him to help him walk. It's my-- my-- fault."

Mike's gaze snaps to her, his face softening as he shakes his head. "Once that ice started to go, there wasn't nothin' any of us could do."

He moves over to a box settled on a low shelf, carefully lowering AJ inside of it as the baby boy coos happily.