The Second Coming: The Walking Dead: Season Six.

Chain Of Events - Part Nine: Pulleys, Planks and Prudence.

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While Louis had requested Clementine come find him posthaste after fulfilling her promise to the now freed girls, she hadn't quite expected the vanishing act that had apparently followed.

She'd checked all the admittedly limited places she could think of - the cafeteria, his room, (the former verified by AJ as he still guarded the doorway), but came away unsuccessful in locating him.

In fact Clementine had subsequently wandered deeper into the bunker than she thought should have been at all necessary, passing by just about every every set of dormitories on her way.

It was only when she'd hit a sharp right turn to frontiers as yet unexplored in the bunker by anyone besides Nate that she heard his moderately mild bark echo down the passage to where her faltered step had taken her.

"Hey, Kid!"

Clem, who had been more than ready to head back anyway, stopped and turned on her heel to spy Nate advancing on her position. She waited without offering a response, instead taking to wonder what age she'd need to reach before the likes of he and Lilly completely refrained from referring to her that way.

Though she allowed the thought to fall away upon realising that no matter how old AJ got, she would likely never stop referring to him as 'Kiddo'.

"What's got you peg legging yourself all the way down here?" Nate inquired, his tone becoming casual though as he came to within twenty feet of her, trucker hat rooted to his head much the same as Clementine wore hers.

It took her a few seconds to reply this time, not because she didn't understand the question, but rather why Nate was even taking an interest in the first place, especially to the point of following her down to get an answer.

"Well, I was looking for Louis, but he's making it hard work.. why, whats it to you?" Clementine said, trying to sound unconfrontational.

Nate allowed his back to idle up against the wall as he gave her a wry smile, it was almost as if he didn't believe her. "Well unless he's as good at engineering as you must be seeing in the dark, he'll have no business being up here, trust me." He said, conveniently deciding to ignore the latter part of her question.

His comment had confused Clementine until she noticed that the candle in her hand would be burnt to its wick within the next few minutes, plunging both of them into darkness. Nate continued.

"Only things worth knowing about back here are the generator and rear entrance to this place. Entrance is as reinforced as the front door and well, like I said the generator crapped out weeks ago."

"About that, have you had a look at it?" Clementine asked, thinking ahead about their stockpile of candles and the rate at which they'd been literally burning through them. In a matter of days they would be living like the blind, if there were any left of course.

"I'm not an engineer either. All I know is that one day I was getting ready to head out for a trade and then-" He snapped his fingers. "Lights out. No warning."

"Well we'll need to figure something or this place will be unliveable in the next few days. I know Lilly used to be in the military... maybe she'll know her way around it." Clementine mused, knowing she was grasping at straws.

Even with the slim possibility that Lilly had been an engineer, her expertise would have likely been limited to fixing up aircraft and Clementine wasn't sure how much RAF planes and back up generators overlapped.

Nate pushed himself back up off the stone wall, speaking again as if he hadn't listened to a word Clementine had just said. "Last I saw a few minutes ago, Louis was getting cozy with one of the twins, but don't ask me which cause I have no fucking clue how to tell them apart."