Fear the Walking Dead [Nick Clark]

14. [Season 1]

❝IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW YOU DIE, YOU COME BACK.

WE ALL COME BACK. ❞

It was quiet inside the house, even Griselda's whimpers couldn't be heard, and Allison concluded that the woman was probably asleep. She sat on the provided bed in the guest room, staring absentmindedly out the window. The pain tearing at her chest was becoming more unbearable each day that passed, clawing at her heart like a monstrous wolf ripping its prey.

A twitch on the knob caught her attention, her eyes snapping at the door in alert. Alicia strolled inside, a slight frown on her face as she held her wrist.

"Everything ok?" Asked Allison. The girl said nothing but walked closer, holding out her arm. Allison furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, her high-levelled anxiety mumbling awful things inside her head. She examined the ink marks intently, the shape of a heart neatly carved on her skin. "Why did you do that?"

"For Matt." Mumbled Alicia, proudly.

Allison caressed the tattooed pattern cautiously, felling the slight swollen skin under her fingertips. She feared it could get infected, and it was not safe for anyone to be sick when the Military had yet to provide the community with medicine.

There was a knock on the door and Alicia quickly pulled the sleeves of her jacket down, avoiding a year worth of a lecture, in case it was her mother. But Ofelia's head popped inside the room instead, her eyes glancing around reservedly.

"Alicia," She said, entering the room and placing her hands on her pockets. "I thought I should tell you. Your brother's been locked in the bathroom for quite some time now."

"I'll check on him." She sighed, rolling her eyes and throwing Allison a small look. "Come with me."

"What? No. Why?"

"He'll listen to you. He never listened to us."

"I don't really think I should-"

"C'mon," Instructed Alicia, not wasting time in grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the bed. Ofelia gave them a small reassuring smile, disappearing down the hallway to Alicia's room, where her parents would be, resting.

The corridor was dark, the power was out for a couple hours now. Allison's heart thumped wildly in her chest as both girls walked slightly, now only a couple feet away from the bathroom's door. Alicia didn't even knock, going straight for the knob and twitching it open. Nick was standing by the sink, his head snapping from the mirror to his sister.

"Go away." He mumbled, attempting to close the door again. He didn't see Allison at first, but she sure as hell saw him, and the bruise on his cheek.

"What the hell happened to your face?" Alicia voiced her thoughts.

"Just knock for Christ's sake"

"Stop," Demanded Alicia, pushing the door open against his grip. "Let me just have a look at it."

He managed to slam the door closed, earning Travis' attention, who had been in the living room. "NICK," called Alicia, giving a sideway look at Allison, who started banging on the door with the youngest Clark. "Let me in."

"What's going on?" Travis' voice sounded from behind Allison. "What happened?" He knocked on the door too, trying to get Nick to open it. Allison sighed, leaning against the wall opposite from them.

"Travis, stop." Said Alicia carefully. "Look, let me just - I got it, ok?"

Travis nodded, walking off at the same time as Allison slid down to the floor, crossing her legs as she waited. Her head snapped up slowly, when Alicia finally managed Nick to open the door, his eyes widening slightly once his gaze lingered on Allison. Alicia stared between them, the corners of her lips threating to lift, and she would have smiled, mocked and teased them even, had it been a normal day in a normal world, where dead people wouldn't wake from their peaceful slumber to roam the earth, feeding off innocent lives.