Living for What?

Chapter 5

I don't own TellTale's The Walking Dead. Unfortunately.

Again, spinoff from after Season 3 episode 2 of The Walking dead.

Also again, criticism and reviews are much appreciated. I am alway looking to make my content more enjoyable! So yeah. Thx! Enjoy!

Chapter 5

The day came slowly. The sky moved inch by inch, and the day felt longer with each tick of the clock. I was kind of worried that a knife would slowly fall from the sky and stab me in the head. I seriously have NO idea how or if this will play out. But I need to tell Mom first.

We both awoke to a dark, dreary morning, getting ready to eat our 7:30am breakfast. I let Mom get first choice, since she probably was going to freak out in the next ten minutes. Unfortunately, this left me with leftover oatmeal. That stuff sucks; I should have taken the bread slices while I had the chance. After I ate, I got up, leaned the couch over, grabbed the bag, and slammed it on the table.

"Noah, what are you doing?! What is this?" I just unzipped the bag and shuffled through it's contents, finding my notepad and it's complementary black pen.

"This is our escape plan and all our supplies. I got them last night," I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible. Then I leaned over and started drawing the path.

"Noah, wh-wh-wh- you can't just do stuff like this. Why are we escaping? Why did you steal these things? Wh— Look at me!" I glanced up at her. She was clearly more pissed than I thought.

"Mom," I said in the most serene and calm voice I could muster, "We need these supplies because we are escaping. This place is going to blow into a million pieces. Those 'convicts' we saw are friends of a person I met. This person yesterday, was... in a bad situation. I helped them out, and by doing so they repaid me with a secret. They are planning to blow this place up and we are getting out of here. That's it. Now here, look at this. This is where we—"

"Noah! Number one: why would they blow this place up?! I get the convicts and such, but why make it explode? I don't get it and I don't believe it for one damn second!"

"Mom," I continued. My voice was more urgent this time. "We have to go and you have to trust me. I like it here, there are people and shops and a community, but we can not be caught in this explosion. We need to get out, that's all."

"No! Noah, we can't do this!"

"Mom, you need to trust me! We have to go. Tonight. Right after we hear the firecrackers we'll hop the southwest gate and head for the treeline. That's why I got these supplies. I know that we'll make it out of here. You need me as much as I need you." She glared at me, but relaxed. The plan was now final. Leaving tonight?: Check.

Now we just had to wait until we leave. This was probably the most bland experience of my life. With the both of us anxious to leave, every activity seemed too unimportant to care about. It was really, really boring. I begged for something, anything to happen.

As usual, after lunch the guards took us out for guard duty. I had already hidden everything to pristine locations. I would have to make a quick run back to the complex. I bet I would have a minute at most. I had to retrieve it, find Mom, and then we run. We run far and fast straight for the trees. Far and Fast. That's it. Far and Fast.

I thought the sound would never come. I was beginning to think she was crazy, and that the firecrackers would never go off, the bombs would never explode, and Clementine was just a person with a difficult past and a clouded mind. If my story is considered lucky, she could've had an even worse time during the apocalypse.