The Walking Dead: Blood

Chapter 42: Grave

Chapter 42: Grave

"Clem!" I yelled at her. "Da**it, get back here! Clementine!"

We all stood in silence for a few moments, all of us worried about what happened. The door opened slowly, and an excited Clementine jumped from it. "Ta da!"

"Don't ever do that again!" I yelled at her.

She looked sad. "I was only trying to help..."

I knelt down and hugged her. "That's not the point. That was dangerous and stupid. You don't know what might be in there!"

Omid got up from leaning against the fence painfully. "Can we maybe have this discussion inside? My leg's starting to hurt like hell."

Kenny was the first to enter the house. He turned on the light and walked around. He emerged from the darkness again. "Looks okay from here. Everybody in."

We all made our way inside. Christa was the last one to go inside. On the way past me she said, "Little harsh on her, don't you think?"

I shrugged and went inside myself. Omid immediately collapsed on the couch. This place was a mansion. The wallpaper was green and striped. It had marble tile floor. The table and chairs in the kitchen seemed to be made of mahogany. There was a chandelier in the entryway. "Are you okay?" Christa asked.

"It's okay." He smiled falsely. "I'm good. Feel better already just being off my feet. Thanks, babe."

Christa walked over to the rest of the group with an angry look on her face. "So." She barked. "When were you gonna tell us about the radio?"

"Tell you what?" Kenny asked.

"That it's working!" She answered. "That there's someone on the other end of that thing. You didn't think something like that would be worth sharing with the rest of us?"

I took the walkie talkie off of my belt and looked at it. "I was going to tell you. Kenny and I only found out yesterday."

"So both of you were keeping it from the rest of us?" Christa looked back and forth between Kenny and I. She put her hands on her hips. "Great."

Kenny waved his arms in the air. "Who gives a sh** about the radio? I'm more concerned with whoever it was out there ringing that bell and bringing the dead down on top of us. It's like they didn't want us to make it to the river."

Christa turned to him. "What makes you think it's not the same person? They were close enough to see us in the street, and we didn't see anyone else other than that guy in the bell tower."

"Because that doesn't make a lick of da** sense!" Kenny replied loudly. "Why would they bring out the dead like that, and then try to warn us about it?"

Christa didn't approve of his answer. "How much sense does anything make anymore? If you haven't noticed, there's a lot of twisted folks out there these days. At least the dead don't play games with you."

I thought back. Whoever was on the radio sounded like they wanted Clementine to come to them. "Whoever that was on the radio...I think they were trying to help us. They did warn us, didn't they?"

"Maybe you're right." Christa agreed. "But whoever it was, they were watching us. Following us. And they don't want us to know who they are. I can't think of any explanation for that that would make me feel better. Can you?"

I looked at Kenny, who in turn looked back at me. Neither of us could say anything, so I decided to input my own opinion. "We need to make sure Chuck is okay. Once it's quieted down, we'll all head down towards the river. We'll see if we can find him. Deal?"