Living for What?

Chapter 4

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This is a spinoff after episode 2 of The New Frontier.

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Chapter 4

Honestly, the encounter with Clementine, made me pretty emotional. First of all, I think it was safe to say I was quite scared. The attackers were one thing, but I felt Clementine was a little moody. Being a teenager (she seemed around my age) could have been the cause of it. Maybe I just didn't know her enough. Anxiety was building in me as well. Could I actually go through with what Clementine said? The whole thing seemed real risky, and I got stressed out just thinking about it. I contemplated all of this while eating my meatball sandwich, provided by the New Frontier. They may be secretly corrupt or whatever, but they sure knew how to make a damn good meatball sub!

"Noah. Hello, are you listening?" Mom asked. Luckily, she hadn't noticed my bleeding hand (and I intended to keep it that way). Now wasn't the time for a billion questions. I really didn't want her to find out anything, but she's pretty observant. Hopefully I could play it cool to keep distance from the subject.

"I... I uhhh, I, nothing. It's fine." Mom immediately gave me her signature glare. Shit. She knew something was on my mind. She usually got mad whenever I would keep stuff from her, especially considering I never really ever kept anything from her. Ever since Seth died, we just confided everything in each other... She was my rock, my pillar, my support chamber, she was what kept me sane. Without her, I would have gone insane a long time ago. Sure, we had our differences, but we always stuck together. For now, withholding this information was probably a mistake. But I did it nonetheless.

"Are you sure? You look tense. Do we need to talk?" Her usual motherly worry presented itself once more. I looked up at her, trying to avert my eyes, but it was no use. Yet again she had cracked me. As soon as I opened my mouth, however, a loud knock came about the door.

"Open up! You guys got a job."

I pushed myself out of the chair and opened the door.

Two men with automatic machine guns stood in the doorway. They both had on jet black uniforms and matching dark sunglasses. The right one was taller than the other and definitely more ripped. He had one tattoo on each arm. The guy on the left had a similar mark, but on his neck. "You two, get guard shift of the southwest gate." Lucky me, I told myself. "Try not to fuck it up, we got a reputation to maintain. If you run into a group of three or four walkers, use the silencer. Any bigger than that and you gotta call for backup on the radio so we can get ground assistance. And if you see anyone, call for assistance. The boss will need to see them. Got it? Good. Go." He shoved the gun into my hands. Mom was up now, and she got the same treatment. We followed the guards down the passageway and towards the gate.

There was nothing to see for miles. Green grass just flowed with the wind, moving briskly from side to side. The blue sky held no clouds, only the blazing sun that had been beating down on me ever since I got here. Despite the fact that it was early spring, Virginia brought the heat. A faint line of trees stood high in the distance. The whole guards duty crap sucked; we only encountered one walker and Mom got to kill it. The one positive was I got to think about our escape route. Well if you want to be technical, calculate it. I figured as soon as we dropped out the southwest gate we should head for the trees. That would provide good cover from debris and dismembered people. I would tell Mom about all of this tomorrow, right after breakfast. We would draw out maps, and make sure that every part of the plan would be good to go. If things went unexpectedly, we would set up a rendezvous. Everything's going to be ok. All you need to get out of here is information, and you have it.