No Going Back

TKA, I'll admit, your fanfic is one of the most entertaining pieces of fanfiction I've read recently. Keep up the good job.

I wanted to suggest to help you with Arvo's Russian phrases (add them, just so they could be there), but I guess you don't need it, anyway.

Clementine had been staring distantly at the fire pit ever since the group had taken refuge in the abandoned car repair shop on the outskirts of town, watching the flames and embers danced in the wind that whirled around them. Clementine shivered and hugged herself, glancing towards the smashed window which was letting in the bitter cold. 

She turned her head back to the group and met eyes with Bonnie who was sitting directly across from her. The young woman had retained some colour in her cheeks but she was still considerably pale. Her blood soaked shirt and jacket had dried, although there was still some dampness that clung to her skin.

Clementine turned to look at Luke, who had his legs pulled up to his chest and was currently staring blankly at the concrete floor. Kenny was sitting close to Clementine and tending to the baby as always. His eyes patch had dried and no fresh blood had stained the white fabric. 

"How's your eye?" Clementine asked.

"I told you not to worry yourself about this back at Parker's Run" he told her, avoiding the question.



"Stop fighting!" Clementine snapped at both of them.

They will remember that

"We're all the baby's family, not just you Kenny. So just give the baby to Luke and catch up on some rest"

Kenny gave her a harsh glare before standing up and moving over to Luke. He muttered some curses on the way over to the younger man, handing the baby to him. He then returned to where he had been sitting and lay flat out on the floor.

"You should get some rest too, Bonnie" Luke informed her.

Bonnie nodded silently and and lay back on the ground. Moments later, Kenny and Bonnie were asleep with only Luke and Clementine wide awake. The baby in his hands gurgled softly. "We're not doing so good, huh?". "There's not many of us left, and we're not in any good condition either. Kenny and I were both beat to shit and you and Bonnie took a bullet. I'm telling you Clem, not all of us are going to make it to Wellington alive. If we make it at all. If the walkers don't kill us then our injuries will. Or worse, the cold"

"Most of us have jackets and we have medicine too" Clementine commented, trying to stay hopeful.

"Sometimes that's just not enough". "Wellington is a long shot, Clem, I think it's time we made a new plan"



"Wellington is the only plan we ever had, we can't give up now. It might be my only chance of finding Christa again". If she's alive.

"I'm just saying, maybe we should think about making our own settlement or heading someplace else". "You know what Carver said about lambs to the slaughter? I think he was right. Look at what's happened to the group since we left. Everything has gone down hill. Maybe we should have stayed there, maybe we should have come up with a better plan. Soon there won't be any of us left. We've already lost so many; Carlos, Sarita, Sarah, Rebecca, Mike, Nick..." His voice trailed off once he mentioned Nick's name.

Luke choked up "God, I miss him". "He was my best friend, the only friend I really ever had. Why him? God, why? Why did this goddamn world have to take him from me." Luke lowered his head and swallowed hard. "You may think that it's easy for me to move on. Well, it's not. I hide my emotions but... That doesn't mean I don't feel any thing when I suffer loss. There are other people that have to grieve and I need to be there to support them. Because if not, then who will?"



"Nick would be proud of you" Clementine told him comfortingly.

Luke will remember that

"You think so? He'd probably be pretty pissed at me for what I did on the observation deck" Luke sighed "I messed up back there and I'm not proud of it". "All I wanted was to feel something else rather than grief. To have one moment of something else. To forget what was happening around me and just let everything go"



"We're here for you, you know. Just like when you were there for us. If your ever hurting inside then one of us will be there to help you. You don't have to hide it."

Luke feels a little better

"Thanks, Clem" he replied with a smile.

Clementine smiled warmly back at him.

The silence that washed over them was broken by sound of moaning coming from inside. The dead were coming for them.

This is some good shit right here

I wish Mike didn't die, but I didn't expect everyone to survive the shootout.

Oh, and thanks to Michael7123 for inspiring the car repair workshop. He put it in his episode 5 predication and it sounded like a good idea for what I have planned later on, so I used it.

Chapter 3 is fully updated. Short but, it's building up to shit hitting the fan. It's just the calm before.