Fear the Walking Dead [Nick Clark]

O7. [Season 2]

"We all die.

It's a question of surrender or survival, acceptance or denial."

"Where do you think you're going?"

Alicia turned in a haste, a small smile greeting Allison as the youngest Clark finished getting dressed and plugged her earphones. "I am going to explore. Want to come?"

"Explore?"

They had all spent the night at the boat, none of them feeling comfortable enough with the idea of staying the night at the Geary's house. Their oldest son, Seth, had arrived and showed no contentment in seeing them there either.

"Hell no, is this the scouts?" Allison mumbled, turning on her bed and scoffing. Alicia chuckled, throwing her pillow at her friend, who smiled - for a brief second, it all seemed normal. However, it vanished once Alicia left, Travis' words from last night, when they all reunited at the boat, bringing her back to this harsh reality.

"George told me that based on his communication with other ranger stations...he believes the entire country west of the Continental Divide has fallen, and the border to Mexico has been completely sealed off."

"This world has really gone to shit, huh..." she mumbled at herself – or so she thought.

"Gotta agree on that one. Though it sounds familiar, no?"

Allison jumped up, eyes wide in shock and surprise. Nick stood by the door, an amused glare pinning her down on the spot. She felt like she could not move from the intensity of his piercing dark brown eyes.

"Frightened you?" he chuckled "not my intention." Nick invited himself in, limping slightly inside the room and plopping down on his sister's bed with a strained sigh.

She studied him carefully, the way he nibbled at his plump and dry lips, the way his long hair fell against his face, covering half his eyes, to the way he gripped his pants – as if in pain, which she didn't doubt was the case. This whole 'drug dropping' 'dead killing' process was devastating him. All of them actually.

It was scary how he could break any time. Like a bomb with a timer.

"I saw some fucked up shit yesterday." He opened up.

Allison scoffed. "We see fucked up shit everyday now Nick. It's become sort of like a routine, so you gotta be more specific."

"Harry took me to his room..." he paused, licking his lips and adjusting himself to properly look at her. He looked scared.

"He showed me these... these pills, called them 'power pills'."

"Pills?"

"Said if he took'em, the family stays together. You know what that means right?"

"You've been near pills, Nick? Did you take them?" She shot up from the bed, her cotton sheet falling from her bare legs to the floor. The cold breeze from the opened window hit her skin, causing goosebumps to arise – Allison not sure if from the cold or the fact that Nick might have ingested pills and screw up the entire process. 

He groaned, hands rubbing at his face desperately "Allison listen to me– "

"Did you or did you not? It's a simple question." She spat, walking up to him and hitting his arm, "You selfish bastard. "

"I DIDN'T," he countered, standing up to escape her acts of fury, arms rising slowly in defense.

"You freakin' wish you had, huh? Didn't you?"

He shook his head in annoyance, "You're being unreasonable, Allison."

"Unreasonable?" she spat.

"Yeah, didn't you hear what I said? They will kill themselves."

Allison paused. "That won't happen."

She grabbed a sweater from a chair and a pair of jeans, quickly discarding of her shorts and pulling them up her legs, not minding if Nick was watching her or not.

She opened the door, and much to her dismay bumped into a passing Ofelia, who grinned slightly.

"Hey, how did it go yesterday with them?" she asked.

"You'd know if you had come with us." Allison spat, dismissing the uncomfortable conversation. Her relationship with the said woman has been travelling a bumpy road lately, whether due to her attitude or over protectiveness over Bailey - she didn't know.

The door creaked, Nick stepping out awkwardly, Ofelia glanced at him in surprise, her mouth opening and closing with loss of words. He acted first. "She didn't mean it. She's..." he paused, thinking over his choice of words, before slumping his shoulders. "Stressed..."

"You coming Nick?" Allison sounded from down the corridor.

"C-coming where?"

"To tell your mom, she's gonna fix this."

He nodded in understanding, placing his hand on a confused Ofelia's shoulder as a dismissing, and hurrying to catch Allison.