Alone Again - TWDG/TWD

Arc 4: Chapter 5

"LUKE!" I call for him.

Nick lays on the floor tied up and his mouth is taped shut. He had bruises and cuts all over his body.

"Nick.." I whisper. By that time Luke has found me and sees him too.

Luke fills with anger and stomps towards Nate.

"What the fuck?" He shouts.

"What?" Nate asks stupidly.

"What the hell did you do to him!?" Luke asks angrily.

"That asshole was caught stealing our food! He's the reason I'm fucking bitten!" Nate glares.

"How long has he been in there!?" Luke asks angrily.

I look down at Nick his piercing blue eyes stare into mine, pleading to be freed. I kneel down and untie him. I grab his hands helping him to his feet when I notice a large blood stain coming from his shoulder.

"Nick! Have you been shot?" I panic.

"Yeah," his voice is hoarse and dry, due to dehydration.

"When did this happen?" I worry.

"I was coming back to the cabin when that asshole shot me and dragged me in here." He rasps.

"What else did he do to you?"

"He beat me, kept asking where the rest of my group was. I kept telling him I didn't know and I was lost, but they didn't believe me." he wipes the blood coming from his nose.

"You look terrible." I say softly.

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Where's Luke?" He asks.

"Out there taking care of that Nate guy." I say.

He sniffs and slowly gets up.

"You can lean on me if you need to." I offer.

"Nah, nah, I'm fine." He groans as he struggles to stay up.

He looks like shit. I feel horrible for him.

I walk slowly behind Nick, placing my hand on his back as I guide him towards the exit of the diner.

We see Luke staring Nate down with full rage, his gun is pointed down to his head.

"Do it! I'm going to die anyways! Help me out and just kill me."

Luke sighs. "I'm not going to just kill you."

Nick and I watch Luke, until we are interrupted by Nick going into a frantic coughing attack.

"You need water." I say.

I go behind the counter and look through the cabinets. I see a medium sized bag, hidden behind a bunch of empty boxes.

"Uh... There's a bag back here." I take it and place it on the floor.

I go through it and see some food, water, a gun and a bloody knife.

He probably used this on Nick. I think as I examine the knife.

I take the bag out to Luke and Nick, and drop it in front of them. I take a water bottle out and give it to Nick.

"Thanks Clem, but I'm fine." he coughs.

"You're not fine. You need to drink this." I order.

He sips the water and then closes it.

"Drink more then that." I nag.

"Fine." he rolls his eyes.

"Are you okay to walk?" I ask.

"Yeah, I think so."

"When was the last time you've eaten or drank anything?" I ask.

"I haven't done either since I got tied up." he continues to drink.

"It's been a few days then." I go through the bag. There's a lot of food in here even a half empty box of cereal. I grab Nick the box.

"I hated this type of cereal as a kid." he complains.

"Just eat it." I roll my eyes.

"Okay." he laughs.

"I think--" I'm cut off by the sound of a gunshot in the next room.

"Luke must of..." I don't finish my sentence.

I walk into the room and I see Luke on the floor, and Nate holding the gun.

I freeze in my tracks, not knowing if I was next.

"Hey there Clementine..." Nate smirks deviously.

"Hello..." I feel sweat break out on my forehead.

"Guess what?"

I don't answer.

"Answer my goddamn question!" He shouts.

"What!?" I panic.

He slowly stands up, some blood drips down his shirt from his bite.

I look down at Luke he was shot in the leg, he's most likely playing dead... I hope.

"Let's play a game." He inches closer to me.

I start to run but I'm stopped by feeling something hard placed at the back of my head. It's his gun.

Shit.

"I said, lets play a game." he whispers in my ear.

I close my eyes and bit my lip.

"Don't move, or speak, or else you die." he smiles.

"A-are you going to kill me anyways?" I sniff.

"Only if you move or speak."

Nick is in the room right next to us, if he only knew what was happening right now.

He leans to my ear and starts to sing.

"Oh my darlin'
Oh my darlin'
Oh my darlin', Clementine..."

That song always creeped me out.

"You were lost..." I hear the click of his gun.
"...And gone forever." he's about to pull she trigger.

Tears run down my cheek.

"Please don't kill me..." I cry quietly.

"What's that honey?"

"Don't kill me." I beg.

"Why shouldn't I?"

I say nothing and continue to cry.

"I-- I never did anything to you." I choke out.

"Your friend was about to kill me."

"But it wasn't me! Please." I cry.

"Hmm... yeah, no." he laughs.

"Clem?" Nick calls from the other room.

"Say one fucking word and I will kill you right now!" He says sternly.

He wraps his arm around me and drags me into the back kitchen.

I'm dead.

He takes my hat and throws it off of my head.

"Don't want to stain that with your blood, now do we?"

"Why are you planning this? Just kill me already." I give up.

"There's just one more thing I need to do first..." he takes a knife from his pocket and cuts it across the side of my face.

My blood turns ice cold and drips down my face.

This isn't going to end well.