The walking dead:What it means to survive...+OC

Kenny

Lee and Clementine get up with ease whilst I'm fighting for control against my lazy side.

Clementine-I'm itchy.

Me-I'm sleepy...

Clementine drags me up whilst the moustache guy explains why Clementine feels itchy.

Moustache guy-Well you slept in a barn, little lady. Lucky you don't have spiders in your hair.

She gasps and checks her hair.

Me-It's alright Clem ,I'll check for you.

Moustache guy-No need,I bet your daddy scared 'em all away, huh?

Lee-I'm not their dad. Name's Lee.

I wasn't really listening to the conversation ,too busy checking Clem's hair.

Moustache guy-Im Kenny.

Suddenly a kid came in which made me stop touching Clementine's hair in search for un welcomed visitors.

Kid-Dad! We're gonna build a fence! There's a tractor and everything!

He runs away and I looked excited.

Me-A tractor?! Cool!

Kenny just laughs at my sudden burst of interest in tractors.

Kenny-We better get going, or we won't hear the end of it.

We start walking and talking ,with Kenny starting the conversation.

Kenny-That's my boy, Ken Junior. We call him Duck, though.

We hold in our laughs and try to look as serious as possible.

Me and Lee-Duck?

Kenny-Yes. Nothing bothers him. Like water off a duck's back, y'know.

Lee-That's a valuable trait lately.

Kenny-No kidding. But frankly, I think it's because he's as dumb as a bag of hammers.

Duck-Daad!

Duck screams wanting them to hurry up with their mother's meeting.

Kenny-But he makes up for it with enthusiasm.

We finally reach Duck, who is with a lady probably his mother.