The Walking Dead: Blood

Chapter 37: The Plan

Chapter 37: The Plan

I sat down next to Clementine. After what had just happened, Kenny started the train, and wanted to be left alone. I thought Kenny needed some space to think. Clementine had seemed kind of down as well. "You understand what happened?" I asked her.

"Yes." She said softly.

"What're you thinking about?"

"What Chuck said." She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"What did Chuck say?"

She wiped a tear from her eye. "That what happened to Duck would happen to me."

"The f*** he did!" I shouted.

"Swear."

"Sorry." I stood up. "I'm gonna go talk some sense into him."

"Don't be mad..." She said faintly, as I was leaving the room.

I made my way to where Chuck stood, in the very front of the train, watching as miles rolled by. "Hey." I crossed my arms.

"How you doin'?"

"Say it to me a**hole, what you said to my girl." I let my temper loose in my words.

"Excuse me, son?" He remained expressionless.

"Tellin' a little girl she's gonna die." I gestured toward myself. "You wanna scare people? Scare me, f***er!"

"Okey dokey." I was surprised at how little emotion he could express. "She's gonna die."

"Son of a bi***."

"How was that?"

"How bout I throw your sorry a** right off this train?"

"Now we're both scared." He stood up from his leaning on the railing. "I don't know much about you folks, but I can tell you, sure as the sun's gonna come up tomorrow, that y'all keep going on like this, and that girl ain't gonna make it."

"What do you know?" I slammed my arms down on the railing.

"I'll tell ya," he chuckled, "just as long as ya don't toss me off the rail. I know that you don't have a da** plan. We get to Savannah, and then what?"

"We find a boat." I told him.

"You think that's a new idea?" Chuck didn't seem impressed. "You got even the foggiest idea bout where you're gonna find one of those? Look, sit down with the girl and hash it out. Find a map, for Pete's sake. I'd give you one if I had any. And if something were to happen to you..."

"It won't." I crossed my arms confidently.

"If it WERE, you gotta prepare the girl. Teach her to use a weapon, and for criminy, cut that hair!"

"I'm not a barber." I told him.

"It doesn't gotta be STYLED, Man..." He rubbed his greasy head. "You got her runnin' around with a mop that's gonna act like velcro to any hands swingin' its way. Find some scissors in my pack and take care of that hair before a walker does it for you. And then show her how to use a gun, because like it or not, that's what saves your life from here on out."

"Okay." I accepted the advice.

"Explain to her how they work and not to be afraid. I don't mean to tell you how to do your job, and too many people have died already..."

"They have." I agreed.

"And seein' another little girl die might just...do me in." He closed his eyes tight. I could tell he was remembering something tragic.