The Walking Dead: Blood

Chapter 6: Family Issues

Chapter 6: Family Issues

"Hey. Get up." A middle-aged man was standing over me. He had a rough tenor voice and spoke to me with a southern accent. He wore a Florida football cap and a plain white t-shirt with a fish on the back and a sign that read "kick-bass." His policeman mustache was better than the one on the policeman that had arrested me.

Clementine and I both stood up. She scratched her arms and her legs rapidly. "I'm itchy."

The mustached man pointed at her, "Well you slept in a barn, little lady. Lucky you don't have spiders in your hair." Clementine gasped and ran her hands quickly through her hair checking for spiders. I chuckled. "But I bet your daddy, here scared 'em all away, huh?"

"I'm, uh, not her dad." I was beginning to get tired of telling people that. "Name's Lee."

"I'm Kenny." He replies.

A little boy erupted from the door of the barn. He had short brown hair and freckles all over his face. He had the most enthusiasm I had seen in a while. "Dad, we're gonna build a fence! There's a tractor and everything!"

When the boy left, Kenny turned to me and said, "We'd better get going, or we won't hear the end of it."

Clementine, Kenny and I all left the barn. As we were walking around to the other side of the house, Kenny told me about his son. "That's my boy, Ken Junior. We call him Duck though."

"Dodging or quacking?"

"Quacking." As he told me that, Duck yelled out for his dad to hurry up. "See?"

We approached the porch and Duck was standing there with a middle aged woman. I could guess that she was the boy's mother. So this was the displaced family of three Hershel was talking about.

"The word is, you were on your way to Macon." Kenny stated.

"My family's from there."

"Well, Macon's on the way, and, personally, I'd appreciate the company of a guy that could knock a couple of heads together if he had to."

"Sure, we'll tag along."

"It's a plan then." Kenny turned to his wife. "Honey, Duck, this is Lee. And, uh, what's the girl's name?"

"Clementine." I told him.

"Clementine." He told his wife.

"That is a very pretty name." The woman told her. She spoke with a Native American accent. She didn't look Native American though.

Clementine shrunk behind my leg in bashfulness. "Thanks."

Shawn came around from the side of the house we were going to work on to talk to us. "Well, we should get to work. We've all seen what those things can do out there, so the faster we get this fence up, the better."

"I wanna build a fence!" Duck exclaimed.

"Yeah?" Shawn told him. "Well I need a good foreman. You can sit on the tractor and yell at me whenever I take a coffee break." We all laughed except Duck, who briefly reminded us of his wanting to build a fence. "Duck and I will hop to it."

When Shawn and Duck left, Kenny's wife turned to me. "I can keep an eye on your little girl here on the porch. We can visit."

Clementine and the woman went and sat on the porch I sat on where Hershel fixed my leg. Kenny walked over to his pickup. It had the hood up. He must be fixing it up so it wouldn't break down. I shuddered, thinking about what would happen if your car broke down now.

I talked to Clementine and Kenny's wife. "Hey there, girls. I don't think we've formally met."

"My name is Katjaa."