Friends before Lovers {NUKE fanfic}_@Mintgal2

6

Luke
I raised my head, the sky illustrating the purple and pink colours of dawn. Fuck.
I had been walking for hours. I had decided to be safe, and hide only in the trees, as I knew that this truck would need to stop at some points, and they would see me. And then the options would be get grabbed or get killed. And trust me, those options are as bad as eachother.
My eyes were heavy, and I was certain that I was walking in my sleep at some point. I had run into a few walkers back there, and I was tired, I felt I couldn't even bother to fight for my life anymore. I just need to find the rest of the group. I need to find Nick.
Nick, Nick, Nick.
I'm honestly surprised he hasn't killed himself yet. And I'm honestly surprised I havent gotten a boner thinking about him.
But it's what the fuck. I'm not interested.
And sadly, I find myself telling me that, but not believing it. God, is it that simple? Just kiss someone, and fall in love with them? No. You have to have some kind of before feelings. I guess I just never realised it.
My legs are fucking killing me, and at this point of time, Im digging the blade of my machete into the ground to push myself forward. If I make a mistake, It would be accidentally drawing the machete into my foot. Okay, it's decided. When I find Nick, I'll talk to him about it. It's gonna be awkward as fuck, but it has to be done.
I look up at the sky, which was now cleared into a light blue. Thank god.
Worst part is, I have no damn food to eat. I didn't get a chance to take any after the group was taken. And the wind had chapped my lips, and my throat was closed off. It was hard to breath through my nose or swallow. I just had to keep moving. The more I do, the more I'll be able to tell Nick I'm sorry.
Well, I mean, not just Nick. I'll be happy to see Sarah and Clem, just...
Shit. This can't be what I think it means.
I shake my head, and keep walking.
"Hold yourself together, Luke." I told myself, and kept moving.
Nick
The truck pulled over, and I opened my eyes. I was still not feeling the best. The amount of bumping along the road makes me want to puke, still. I thought the cold air would help, but if anything, it's gotten worse. I look up to see Sarah and Clementine stepping out of the truck, and Bonnie nod Troy speaking to them. Carlos looked after his daughter, not moving his gaze away.
"This place is fucked." Kenny said. "We got dragged into this mess, when all we were trying to do was help y'all. Such bullshit."
"Kenny." Sarita warned, but Kenny ignored her.
"And because of that, Walter is dead." Kenny eyes me directly. "And apparently, so it Mathew."
I looked away. Nobody said anything after that, as the back door of the truck came down.
After a long peridot of silence, the back door of the truck opened, and Sarah and Clementine stepped back. Clementine looked startled, and bonfounded compared to Sarah.
"Did they hurt you Clementine?" Kenny asked me. "What the fuck did you do?! Hey! Hey!"
The back door of the truck slammed down again, with no response.