Walking Dead Game Collection

"No Talkie"

Title: No Talkie
Characters: Clementine, The Cabin Group, Carver, Kenny, Sarita, Jane, Bonnie
Summary: At Carver's, when looking for the other walkie talkie, Kenny doesn't speak up in time leaving Clementine to take the fall.
Author's Note: tw: swearing and blood! Plus, oh my goooood I've been so focused on continuing my NaNoWriMo novel I've been putting these on the backburner and I'm SO SORRY I'm the worst agh.
Requested By: Anonymous
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"Luke here, he can't help you now." Carver's words echoed off the walls of the warehouse hauntingly, striking down brief and momentary fear into the hearts of the group before him. Far too often had they received these lectures in the past, the ones in which left them bitter in remorse or with a desire to crawl deeper into their own skin. Sometimes both.

"You gotta help yourselves. You gotta help me find the strength to forgive you."

Today, depending on the person, it was both.

Clementine stared cautiously at the male wandering in circles around the room, taking his time to survey every member he passed as if scanning them for reliability. As he passed her she could feel her shoulders tense. His gaze hardened.

Right there was when she knew she had failed her examination.

As he continued to walk around the group, deep down in her gut she knew he was aware of her guilt. Of her work in their failed plan.

"Now you can start by telling me where the other one is." Carver claimed, settling himself in front of the entirety of the room, hoping that being front and center would allow him to see everything he needed to. "I'm gonna count to three and if that radio ain't in my hand by then we'll have to make things more," He hesitated. "Difficult."

The word made the other walkie instinctively slip deeper into Clementine's skin, as if a nagging reminder of what she needed to do. Of what she would do.

Carver, while she hated to admit it, was the kind of man who would beat everyone in that room senseless until someone stepped forward with a confession or answer. If she held onto the radio, if she allowed the other members of her own team to be beaten to a pulp, she would never be able to look any of them in the eyes ever again. They would disown her. Yet again, she would be left alone, not for a lack of better trying.

"One."

She could feel the nervous lump in her gut tighten and grow all at once. She had one choice to make. A very simple one. Yet, still so difficult.

"Two."

The child swallowed hard and took a step forwards, instantly snagging the attention of the rest of the group. Before anyone could stop her, before anyone could dare ask her what she doing of snag the item of such dispute from her, she wandered up right beside Luke against the floor and held the radio out in one of her palms.

She refused to have them take a beating for her mistake.

She refused to allow them to take her fall.

Not again.

Carver glared down at the tech in her hands and, before he could speak, Clementine cut him off.

"I've got it." She replied plainly, her voice devoid of a hint of anger or resentment the others carried towards him. Plainly, she was telling it to him exactly how it was.

"I see." He claimed bitterly while slowly, almost dauntingly, removing the object from her hand. "So you were the mastermind."

Clementine swallowed the pit in her stomach that had thrown itself into her throat. She hadn't known the male for long and yet he was still so quickly able to strike fear into every ounce of her; the sign of a sickeningly evil man. She could feel it in every one of her bones.