Fear the Walking Dead [Nick Clark]

O4. [Season 1]

❝ NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION. IT'S LIKE IT'S NOT REAL. ❞ - Nick Clark

"How's your dad?" Asked Chris as he, ironically, rejected yet another phone call from his own father, Travis. Allison sighed, leaning her head against the window. She thought back to last night when she caught her father coughing and throwing up blood in the toilet. 'I'm alright, honey. Just a little flu.' He had said, before closing the door on her worried face, and continued coughing inside.

"Still sick." She mumbled. "He was having some weird conversation with my mom yesterday, about packing supplies and moving out-" She sighed. "- I think he's trying to go look for a good doctor..."

"Your dad's tough. He'll be fine." He smiled reassuringly at her. Allison nodded her head, lowering her eyes to his phone; he followed her gaze, sighing heavily and putting his phone back on his pocket. "How's yours?" She asked.

"Delusional." He said, shaking his head. "Still believes we all can become one big and happy family."

They sat in silence as the bus rode, taking them further and further away from the spot she last saw Bailey. She was planning on coming back to get her, she'd talk with her parents and persuade them to let her stay with them, until they find some family member Bailey could stay with. She wasn't sure what she'd do about the sewer situation yet. She was scared it wasn't even real; that maybe, she was sick too and had imagined it. She would have to tell the police.

The sound of horning caught their attention; they had stopped in the middle of traffic. "C'mon." A guy, a little older than Chris and Allison shouted, "Let's get movin'."

Chris nudged Allison on her shoulder. They both stared out the window: an ambulance stopped right in front of them for a moment, its sirens going off very loudly; it drove off at the same time a guy at the front of the bus, stood and talked.

"A cop shot some homeless dude. Shot him like 20 times!"

Chris and Allison shared a worried look. Everyone started to get up and follow him out of the bus. "Let's go." Chris grabbed Allison's hand. She shot him a weird look and furrowed her eyebrow. "No." She said. "We should just go home."

He placed his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look up at him. "Allison Dawson. Daughter of Peter and Eve Dawson. " She chuckled at him, earning a small smile. "Justice must be made for that poor homeless dude. "

She sighed, looking down at her black converse. "Weren't you the one who hated injustices?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. She nodded her head, smiling slightly. "They shot a homeless man. Police is crossing the line. It's like the third dead homeless this week..."

"What can we do about it anyway..." she mumbled, ending up agreeing to go with him.

They walked out the bus, even the driver followed the crowd. They watched as chaos settled in all directions; people were rushing to see, shouting profanities at the police. An officer was being treated on an ambulance. Allison saw blood on his forearm and what looked like a bite. She winced and looked away.

"Stay with me." Said Chris as they joined an enormous crowd. She nodded and grabbed a piece of his black jacket as he led the way. Her breathing accelerated once she spotted the dead body on the ground. It was covered by a white sheet, but the feet were still visible.

"This is wrong, man." A man at the front of the crowd began, "Wrong, wrong, wrong." Chris walked closer to the front, Allison following behind him. A police officer walked toward the man, "Step away, sir. This is not your business."