Fruity [Walking Dead/Cry fan fiction]

Chapter Eleven

The next day wasn’t all that great.

And by that, I mean the next day was terrible.

I woke up to Apple and Erica screaming at each other. I didn’t listen at first, just tried to roll over and ignore them, but they were really loud. I didn’t move, just listened for a minute, and immediately found out what they were fighting over.

“I don’t know why you’re getting so fucking defensive,” Erica screamed. “It’s not like she’s family or anything!”

“You shut the fuck up!” Apple screamed back. “Clementine is a part of my family, as far as I’m concerned!”

“Well your ‘family’ is gonna starve us to death!” Erica protested.

“It isn’t her fault!” Apple sounded extremely angry.

Just them yelling was enough to scare me, but they were yelling about me, and what Erica was saying didn’t sound good at all. I didn’t move. I couldn’t move, so I just laid there and pretended to be asleep.

“Then whose fault is it?” Erica demanded.

It was silent for a while before Erica spoke again. She wasn’t yelling this time, but she still sounded angry. “Someone is obviously screwing us over, Alex.”

“I’ve noticed,” Apple responded in a cold tone.

“We need to figure out who it is.” Erica said slowly, trying not to start yelling again.

“I know,” Apple said. She sighed. It sounded sad and stressed. She said something softly—too soft for me to hear.

It was quiet for another minute. Erica broke the silence again, but she wasn’t angry. “Let’s get out of here. We need to find food fast. Wake Clementine up and I’ll go tell Calvin.”

I heard the door open and shut a few seconds later, so I assumed Erica had gone outside. I waited for Apple to come wake me up, but she didn’t. I listened to the silence and wondered if she went outside with Erica.

But then I heard her soft sobs.

My eyes opened and I turned to look at her. She was hugging her knees as she sat against the wall. She had tears running down her face as she stared into nothing. I could tell she was trying to cry softly so I wouldn’t hear. I got up and crawled to her before hugging her from the side.

She seemed surprise by my hug—or maybe she was surprised that I was awake. She just cried some more as she hugged me back.

After a few minutes of her and I hugging as she cried, she took a deep breath and whispered, “All of our food is gone.”

I didn’t say anything. Just solemnly looked ahead as I let that sink in.

“Erica’s in a bad mood because of it,” Apple continued after I didn’t say anything. “she’s blaming everyone because she doesn’t know who to blame.”

It was quiet. “What are we going to do?” I asked softly.

Apple sighed. It was sad. “We’re going to get by.”

I bit my lip. Apple stood up, wiped away her tears, and held out a hand to help me up. I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet. “Um, we’re leaving,” Apple told me. “Like I said last night. We aren’t going to come back to this shelter. I think maybe the reason stuff is missing is because somebody found out this was our shelter, and they have been getting our food. So we’re going to find a different place to stay.”

I nodded. Apple motioned for me to follow her as she climbed the ladder out the door. I followed.

When we were outside I saw that we already had our stuff packed—but it wasn’t a lot. Carson and Brooklyn stood off to the side quietly talking to one another. I felt annoyed for some reason. I guess it was because they seemed to always have each other, and didn’t seem to care much about the rest of the group. It bothered me.