The Second Coming: The Walking Dead: Season Six.

Chain Of Events - Part Five: The Blind Side.

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Everything told her to run. The freight train of sound steaming towards her. The prospect of imminent death sweeping through her bones. The relentless tugging on her arm from Alvin Jr. The frantic pleading from Violet, doing her unknown best to block her line of sight.

Nothing succeeded. Leaving Clementine herself to continue in the same vain. She looked straight through her partner to Nate, waiting for him to be ripped from the ground he rode upon. To disappear violently into the swirling mass of black; himself becoming, well, nothing.

And yet he appeared to defy the odds, outstripping the tornado for so long that Clementine's wait with resignation somehow morphed into a willing with anticipation - if only for him to just live long enough to reach them. Because they had no answers. No salvation. Only another length of chain testing their sanity. Or in this case, mortality.

It wouldn't be until Nate careered off his bike in trying unsuccessfully to skid to a stop that Vi and the others were able to realise why exactly Clementine had ignored their pleas to flee; they too becoming dumbfounded at what they knew had to have just transpired as Nate slowly regained his feet.

He brushed his faded camos down leisurely as he did so, the tornado at his back doing its level best to tear the trees from their roots, close enough now that large bouts of hail the size of golfballs were starting to pelt mercilessly down upon them.

In fact it would take one striking the crook of Clementines neck and shoulder to bring her back to the reality of the situation. No matter how ludicrous it currently was for them.

She threw out several curses that were lost to the rolling thunder before they ever met anyones ears, and flinched at her own touch as she instinctively tried massaging the broken skin.

Clementine held her eyes closed tight in attempt to subdue the rage building within her. Not that she had the time to zen her way to a resolution. But then screaming the world to a halt wasn't a viable option either.

Fearing another shot from the sky she moved quicky. At first spinning where she stood to locate Emryn and the others consumed once again in trying to gain entry to the basement; maddened at their inability to do so. Then setting her sights back on Nate, she rushed forward to gain his attention, despite AJ sticking to her waist like a limpet mine.

Clementine tried her best to bellow out the situation over Nate's shoulder as he stooped to bring his bike back to a standing position, the base of a wagon like something out of the Wild West attached to the back end and also upturned.

He didn't respond, instead continuing to reposition his bike before crouching back down to be by its side. She joined him and tried again, matching the lung bursting volume of her previous attempt in his ear; all the while wondering how his skin managed to smell like he'd spent the day under the hood of a car.

Clementine felt his forearm connect with her chest, pushing her away and to the floor. She jumped up immediately, in part to block both AJ and Violet from bum rushing Nate to the ground with a vengeance, and to cut her losses trying to get through to him. She didn't know where his head was, but there was no time to wait for it to come out the other side.

It was so deafeningly loud now within the vicinity of the tornado that they were forced to communicate via means other than words. Though when Clementine started to stomp the heel of her shoe on the planks of wood making up the door to the outside basement, it didn't take a rocket scientist to follow her lead.

If it wouldn't open outwards, they would cave it inwards. Clementine would play a little dodgeball from debris flying down through the broken door if it meant their collective survival. Those that could soon joined her, jumping up and down on the door somewhat ill-advisedly, as if it gave way they would likely have a number of rolled ankles to deal with.