Alone Again - TWDG/TWD

Arc 4: Chapter 11

"Carl, Clem, c'mon! Time to eat!" Rick shouts to us from the house.

"Whats for dinner? Im starving." I say.

"Probably some vegetable stew. It's all we've been able to eat lately." he says.

My mouth waters at the thought.

"You can sit with me so you don't feel awkward." he says as we walk up the steps entering the house.

I follow Carl, still feeling like the outcast as everyone stares at me while I sit down at the table.

There's already a bowl place on the table for everyone. Carl sits beside me and a girl with blonde hair sits on the other side of me.

"Hi, you're Clementine right?" She asks me.

"Yeah." I answer.

"I'm Beth." She gives me a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you." I smile back.

"How old are you?" She asks me.

"I'm eleven. How old are you?" Judging by her appearance she looks to be about fourteen.

"I'm seventeen."

"Woah, I thought you were way younger." I say in shock.

"I get that a lot." She laughs.

I smile at her again.

"Carl and his friends have been staying in those tents out there, I'm sure Rick will let you stay with him and his family in their tent." she says.

"I don't know, that may be weird." I say.

"I can see why you'd think that. Well, I'll ask my dad if he has an extra tent for you." she says.

"Thank you." I say finishing my meal quickly.

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I drive through the city of Macon. Luke lays in the back seat, his condition has gotten much worse.

"I have to find another pharmacy myself. You can do this Nick, Luke's counting on you. " I say to myself

I drive to a different town still close by and find another pharmacy. I grab my shot gun and head inside.

There's some walkers, I take a knife from my pocket and silently kill them all.

There's barely anything in here, but what ever I can collect will have to do.

Just some peroxide, bandages, and some ibuprofens.

I run out of the building and back into the car.

"Okay Luke, here's what I got." I say to his unconscious body.

I pull out an ibuprofen and put it in his mouth. Then I take the peroxide and pour it all over and inside the disgusting swollen wound. Finally I wrap a new clean bandage around his leg.

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Hours of just sitting in the car and sleeping with the seat pulled back. I finally hear a moan come out of Luke.

"Luke?"

He coughs and slowly sits up.

"Hey man," he says.

"How are ya doing?" I ask.

"It just feels like I had a really long sleep, and my leg hurts like hell." he laughs.

"You had a really bad infection, but don't worry Clementine and I took care of it." I say.

"Where is Clementine?" He asks looking around the car.