Chapter 8 Familiar Faces

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{Luke's POV}

The next morning, I woke up from the sun's brightness. The empty cell was quiet. Clementine was on my shoulder.

Her sleepy eyes opened. The beam of light shine on her face.

I hear the cell the door is open. There was a woman with blonde hair and gray eyes and there was another woman. She has olive skin, little pale and dark hair.

The girl with the dark hair rasied her brow and shouted, "Clementine?"

Clementine looked at her. Her face was fill with shocked.

"Christa," Clementine says.

"Clementine," Christa shouts.

Christa walked up to Clementine and give a hug. A friendly hug. They let go. Christa rasied her brow at me.

"Who's this," Christa asked.

"The name’s Luke," I say. "And you must be Christa. When I met Clem she want to find you. And you're here."

Christa gave a straight face. "Boss wants you now. Both of you. Now."

I stand up and I felt something cold on my hand. Till I realized I was holding Clementine's hand. We exit our cell and go upstairs.

When we're up, there was a lot boxes of food and water. Some with ammo, guns, and meds.

"Hot pan coming through," a familiar voice says. It was around the corner.

Rice fell to the ground including the pot.

"Shit Bon," another familiar voice says. "Never run while you have food on the pot."

I look at them. One girl with red hair and a man with dark skin.

It was Bonnie and Mike.

"Luke," questioned Mike. "And Clem? Why are you guys here? Wait you are the two prisoners the Boss what to see you."

We both nod.

"Who is the Boss," Clementine asks.

"No time to chit-chat we have to go," Christa says.

We continued to walk. People staring at me and Clementine. With evil glares and some of them have a terrified faced.

We when upstairs and see only one door at the end of the hallway. Christa opened the door.

"Boss they're here," Christa says.

There was a long silence. "Good," he says. It's a Russian accent. "Leave Christa... back to work."

Christa closed the door behind us.

The boss turned around. His right lense of the glasses cracked. Familiar face of he looked innocent. His group shot me. He tired to kill me but I survived. I could sometimes hear his fake sorry under his breath. He shot Clementine and left with Mike and Bonnie.

Arvo.

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