1st Person
Clementine and I waited by a stream of trees after Sarah announced she needed to use the restroom. Troy ordered us to come with her, not explaining why but we knew, everything in this group is pretty self-explanatory. I watched as Clementine attempted to touch a moth sitting on the bark of the tree in front of us.
Ever since the day before, Clementine hasn't mentioned anything about eavesdropping Duck and I's conversation.
And I'm scared.
Troy: "You about done over there?!" He yelled from the truck, scaring the moth away.
Y/N: "Awe. He interrupted our moment."
Clementine: "Our moment with a moth," She chuckled.
Y/N: "Well. It's still a moment." I hummed.
Sarah: "Yeah, I'm coming!" She finally responded to him, emerging from the tree and bushes. "Thanks for coming with me. It's scary out here."
Y/N: "We know, you told us many times," I said, slightly annoyed.
Now, I didn't necessarily hate Sarah, it's just sometimes-- most of the time-- she was too loud or... stupid to comprehend a simple gesture. Luckily, I wasn't the only one who thought so; Duck, my brother, was always on my side. Though, ever since the disappearance of Luke and Christa-- mainly Christa-- he had been quiet. I wasn't worried too much about her; she was able to survive something we all thought she'd die from-- running from a group of bandits. Even with Omid's help, it's impressive.
Simple gestures were my way of communicating; I say something and they'd listen. The only person who didn't get that was Sarah.
Troy's the asshole who think he can do anything he wants just because he's part of Carver's group. If there's something I've learned, it's that nothing lasts forever.
I was going to kill Troy.
And I was going to make sure everyone saw it.
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After Sarah and Troy's exchange, we walked over to him and the truck. Carver stood nearby.
Troy: "Everything come out alright, girls?"
His disgusting comment made us all furrow our eyes and glare at him. I really was going to kill him.
Carver: "Troy. Get 'em tied up," He commanded.
Troy: "Will do..."
He started with Sarah and then me, but I didn't want him to touch me, so I resisted, and that only prompted him to pull me harder by the wrist.
Troy: "Stop fuckin' moving."
He tied my wrists together with a zip-tie and I looked over at Clem, who seemed to watching Carver as he spoke in his walkie-talkie. But I guess the pharaoh noticed-- both of us.
Carver: "It ain't polite to listen to other folks' conversations. Has anyone ever taught you that? Where's your manners?"
Y/N: "Pretty hypocritical of you to be talking about manners like you have any."
The man grinned, smugly, before slowly approaching and slapping me hard across the face. I ended up falling over, my elbows barely saving me from landing face-first. My skin flared against the dirt, creating a heated scab; but I could deal with it.
Sarah: "No!"
Clementine: "Stop it!"
Carver: "You don't want to test me, girl. I'll pass every time."
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