Walking Dead Game Collection

"Stolen Her"

Title: Stolen Her
Characters: Cabin Crew
Summary: After Clementine is kidnapped by Carver, the cabin group sets off to save her.
Author's Note: Okay I'm honestly really happy with this one yaaaay!!
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"We don't have time for this!" Luke wailed, strapping his axe to his back as he continued to stuff supplies into a backpack.

Rebecca planted her hand on her hips, skeptical as she watched how frantic Luke was. Carlos was helping, far more collected than Luke. Alvin, standing at Rebecca's side, pat her shoulder and slid past her to assist them. "Time for what? A serious conversation?"

Luke scoffed, standing upright and abandoning his focus from packing his bag. "Time for this debate, Rebecca."

"Don't act like I'm speaking nonsense. All I'm asking is why we should be running after Carver right now."

"Because he kidnapped a child? A child that trusted us?"

Rebecca shifted from foot to foot, skeptical as Carlos and Alvin continued to get their supplies ready. Sarah sat in the background, hands folded in her lap, watching with confused concern. "She hasn't been with us for very long."

Carlos turned, standing up right, brows curled. "Excuse me?"

Rebecca crossed her arms, gaze unwavering and daring. "She hasn't been with us for very long. How do we know if we can trust her? She stole from us. We barely know her." She threw her arms down, frustrated. "Hell, maybe she's been working with Carver this whole time and this is just some elaborate trap to get us back there."

"You know that's not the case."

"No, Luke, I don't."

Hours previous, when Clementine had answered the door, her intention was to scare off the stranger — the person she didn't know at the time was Carver — for Sarah. What she didn't expect was for Carver to see a fresh target — a new member of his team — and rip her from the premises before any of the cabin crew members returned.

Sarah said she hadn't heard a lot. A struggle, a muffled cry, then silence. By the time she came downstairs, what she presumed to be over an hour later, the door was hanging open and the both of them were both gone.

In their immediate moments returning to the cabin, seeing how frantic Sarah was, everyone knew something was wrong. Luke felt his stomach drop, watching as Carlos ran to his daughter, holding her in his arms, softly asking her what startled her so badly.

"Carver." She'd whispered.

Then, glancing around the room, noticing that Clementine was gone, Luke's heart stopped altogether. "Where's Clementine?" He'd asked. Sarah cried harder.

Luke immediately began packing his bag.

Luke slapped down his backpack from where he was lifting it into his arms, frustrated with Rebecca's nihilist view. "Fine, Rebecca. Fine. If you don't care to get Clementine back, fine. But we do care, and we are."

"That's not what I'm saying." Rebecca spat back. "She's a child. I care about her well-being. All I'm saying is that, child or not, we're risking a lot on someone we barely know or trust."

"You've barely talked to her." Luke snapped back, tossing his bag over one of his shoulders, at his wits end with the direction of their conversation. "You know nothing about her, or her life, or what she's been through. I have. I do know."