Fear the Walking Dead [Nick Clark]

O2. [Season 1]

❝ I'M ABOUT TO STEP INTO A WORLD OF SHIT ❞ - Nick Clark

The blue and silver bus stopped in front of Allison, snapping her out of her thoughts. The driver stared at her impatiently as she struggled with herself once again. She felt glued to the spot, her legs wouldn't respond.

"Miss, are you coming in or not?" The middle aged man, with black clothing and a nearly bald head asked, preparing to close the entrance doors once again and leave.

Allison looked around unsure of her decision, but nodded her head nonetheless; her legs were finally responding as she took small, cautious steps inside the public transport. She paid the angry driver and sat down behind an elderly couple, who smiled warmly at her. She gave them a small smile in return, turning to stare out the window. She could spot the Hospital not too far from them, hiding behind tall palm trees, business buildings and small hills. There seemed to be more traffic than usual, even for a busy Los Angeles' street. The driver stopped at a red light, each second feeling like a million hours. Allison leaned back in her seat, resting her eyes for a moment. 

Finally it turned green, and the driver took off. Her brown eyes scanned the roads as the scenario changed like a moving canvas. The bus sped down the street, turning a sharp right. Her eyes landed on a young couple, laughing and talking as they walked toward a car, holding hands.

A man was walking with a noticeable limp, holding a white plastic bag in his hand. He had on old clothes: a beige shirt with two orange stripes at the front, beige jacket and baggy trousers. His hair was shoulder-length, wavy and dirty, - the man had an appearance of someone who had not been taking care of himself.

He turned his head rapidly as he talked to a phone and Allison was sure she would have fallen to the floor, had she not been sitting. He gritted his teeth and threw the small equipment at the ground, smashing it. She quickly gathered her belongings, which consisted of her school bag and a denim jacket and jogged to the driver.

"LET ME OUT, PLEASE."

The man gave her a frustrated glare and even though he did not want to stop the bus, she could see by his look that he was somewhat relieved she would be getting out. He stopped abruptly; the harsh movement would have sent her flying had she not been holding tight to a metal bar. She sped down the steps and watched blankly as the bus took off once again.

Turning her head to glance toward the spot she had last seen the familiar face, she frowned. He was gone. She walked slowly, scanning the people around her carefully. Sure enough, the repulsive clothes came into her view once again; he was pacing back and forth next to a gas station, his hands in his head, messing his already disheveled hair.

"Nick..." She whispered.

She followed a few steps behind him as he limped toward an empty road. She thought back to what Alicia had said; she had been right, Nick had left again. He had run away from the Hospital and it wouldn't surprise her if the person he was calling was some kind of drug dealer. Nothing coming from Nick Clark would surprise anyone anymore.

He plopped down on the grass, next to a sewer entrance. She watched warily as he laid down ungracefully: both legs bent in an awkward position, his arms supporting his head. She felt conflicted once more, wondering if approaching Nick in this miserable state would be safe for her, or even him.

Allison stared down at her beaten up black converse as she began taking small strides toward the boy she had not seen nor talked to in a couple years. He looked different, worst. She had never seen him like this and it bothered her. She reached his feet after a few steps, taking in his appearance in shock.