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Post by Master Psychic on Jul 8, 2014 18:01:06 GMT
It's a good story I guess.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 8, 2014 18:01:56 GMT
You guess?
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Post by Master Psychic on Jul 8, 2014 18:11:02 GMT
What else do you want me to say? I'm not that much of a big Nate fan.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 8, 2014 18:41:23 GMT
You're not?  |
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Post by Michael7123 on Jul 9, 2014 0:27:06 GMT
Left a review on fanfiction.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 9, 2014 14:20:44 GMT
Thanks Mike.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 9, 2014 14:33:01 GMT
I knew I spelt crew wrong...
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 10, 2014 13:55:24 GMT
Clementine drifted in and out of consciousness. Her eyelids were heavy every time she opened them. They would flutter for a brief moment, and her vision would become hazy and then she would she black out again. The last thing she remembered was being carried.
When she finally did come round, she noticed that her surroundings had altered. She was no longer outside but instead she was in a house. It was cleared out of furniture, except for the table in front of her and the chair she was in. Other than that, it was empty. Her head was swimming as an intense pain developed in her bitten arm. She whirled her head round, her gaze falling upon Nate, who was sitting with a chair pulled up beside her.
Clementine glanced at her arm to see that Nate was halfway through stitching the wound.
"Don't fucking move" Nate told her sternly "Seriously, if you move even a muscle I could end up causing a mess of this, and you don't want that". And neither do I. The last thing I want is for her to bleed out.
Clementine turned her head away and let out a small whimper, her eyes were clouded with tears. She clenched her jaw and refrained herself from crying out. Nate threaded the needle through her skin. "You know, if you had woken up sooner, I would have made you done this. But since I've already started, I may as well finish"
Nate was almost done, now. He accidentally stabbed Clementine with needle, causing the little girl to finally cry out a screech in agony. "Godfuckingdammit" he cursed, easing the needle through her skin and finishing off the wound. He lifted the needle and bit down on the thread, cutting it with his teeth. "Done" he commented, quite impressed by his sutchering skills.
Clementine sighed on relief "Thank god"
"Hey, it wasn't that bad, I tried my best"
She lifted her arm and examined the stitches. "I could do better" she murmured.
Nate narrowed his eyes and took that as an insult. He took hold of Clementine's arm and wrapped a bandage around it "I have to admit kid, you're pretty brave. I don't think I could handle that much pain"
"Thanks" she muttered.
Nate finished off bandaging her arm and then stood up, pushing his chair back "Now that that's over, lets grab something to eat, you hungry?" He asked her.
Clementine nodded "Straving"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 19:16:07 GMT
Was it just me or did the last sentence of Chapter 1 remind of me of Game of Thrones s1 e1?
"The things I do" -Nate
"The things I do for love." -Jamie Lannister.
I don't know, I'm a nerd
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2014 19:16:21 GMT
But anyways good job! Another good fic by you
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 11, 2014 19:23:41 GMT
Thanks TinyCarlos.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 12, 2014 15:19:12 GMT
Nate rummaged around the kitchen, searching through several cupboards. "I got a lotta tinned shit, you want any of that? What do kids eat these days anyway?"
"I'll have some canned stuff, I guess" Clementine replied.
"Oh, and while you were out cold I put some peroxide on your arm so it might sting a bit"
"Peroxide? Tinned food? Where did you get all these supplies?" She asked, glancing over at him.
Nate pulled a can out of a cupboard and stood up straight. Answering her with 'I killed a bunch of people and took all their shit' probably wasn't a good idea. "I, uh, I was a scavenger a while back and I gathered a lot of stuff over time by doing-" he paused "-Supply runs". That was a lie, but it wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
"Okay then" she responded simply with a nod.
Heh, what a gullible kid. Nate snorted a laugh. Clementine raised an eyebrow at his odd behaviour but brushed it aside mere moments later.
"So, do you like sweet corn?" He asked, showing her the tin.
"Um, yeah"
"Good, because you're having sweet corn". He attempted to open the can but failed miserably. "Fuck" he cursed crossly, opening a few drawers next to him "There's gotta be a can open around here somewhere" he muttered to himself.
"I have a pen knife, you could always use that" Clementine offered.
"Really? Well, hand it over then"
Clementine dug deep into her pockets and pulled out a pen knife, handing it to him. Nate lifted the knife and stabbed the lid of the can three times, before prying it open. He placed the knife on the kitchen unit and took a spoon from one of the drawers. He then walked round and slumped down in a chair across from Clementine, sliding the spoon and can over to her. "Eat up"
"Thanks" she murmured, picking up the spoon and scooping some sweet corn out of the can.
Nate sat back and watched her eat, before leaning forwards and resting his arms on the table "So, you got any plans? Because I can't let you stay here for very long. I'm no good with kids. Really, I'm shit at taking care of children."
Clementine paused from eating and held the sweet corn filled spoon in the air "Well, I need to find my friend Christa, she's out there somewhere". Maybe I won't be saddled with this kid after all. Nate thought to himself while smirking.
"Well, you'll have to wait for the dead to clear out first before you can go anywhere. They're lurking out there" Nate commented, gesturing at the window to the side of the table.
Clementine glanced outside, catching a small glimpse of movement, and then turned back to Nate "Could I stay here, you know, for the night?" She asked.
Nate sighed gruffly "I suppose" he grumbled.
Clementine smiled warmly at his response, her face beamed. Nate felt somewhat warm inside. A tingling sensation rushed through his body. He gave her a brief smile in return but quickly turned his head away and glanced awkwardly around the empty room. Don't go soft on her, Nate, you don't even know her.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 12, 2014 16:27:48 GMT
"Anyway, where were you two headed, any where interesting?" He asked, changing the subject.
Clementine swallowed some sweet corn and then refilled her spoon "We were going to Wellington" she answered, putting the spoon in her mouth.
"Wellington? I heard a bit about that place, but I don't buy it, it sounds like a load of bullshit"
"There's supposed to be a camp up near Michigan and the cold slows the walkers down"
"Walkers? Is that what you call 'em?" He questioned her words.
"Yeah, walkers"
"It's more imaginative than 'dead', I suppose" he muttered.
Clementine placed her spoon down on the table "Maybe you could help me find Christa, and then we could all go up to Wellington together" she suggested.
"Now hold on, kid. I said I'm no good with children and I don't want to look after you any longer than I have to, no offence. Plus, I don't want to get involved. I'm better off on my own"
"Everyone needs someone" Clementine replied.
"I said I'm better off on my own" he insisted "You just keep your shit to yourself and I'll keep my shit to myself. Look, you're welcome to stay here tonight but I'd prefer if you left tomorrow morning"
"Tomorrow?" she questioned.
"Yeah, take off tomorrow morning and go find Christa or whatever, I don't really care"
"Oh... Okay". She seemed a little disappointed.
Nate pushed his chair back and stood up "You done with that?" He asked, pointing at the canned sweet corn.
Clementine nodded briefly in response "Yeah"
"I think I'm going to turn in" he murmured, trudging across the room and towards a door. He turned back and watched as Clementine picked up the empty can and spoon. She placed the can on the kitchen unit by the pen knife and the spoon by the sink. Nate raised an eyebrow at how she had politely cleaned her meal up but he couldn't be bothered to question it.
He opened the door he was standing beside and paused, leaning back against the door frame as Clementine walked over to him. "Do I get a room?" She asked.
"There's only one room and it's mine" he replied, gesturing at the bedroom he was about to enter.
"Where am I suppose to sleep?"
"On the floor"
Clementine glanced at the floor and grimaced. It didn't look very comfy. "You want me to sleep on the floor?"
"I'm sure you've slept in worse places. You should be grateful that you actually have a roof over your head"
Clementine stared sadly at him, seemingly giving him the puppy dog eyes. Nate sighed and went into his room, rummaging around inside before returning. "Catch" he said simply, throwing a bedroll at her. "It's a sleeping bag, you know how to unroll it, right?"
"Sure I do" Clementine replied.
"Good" and with that he walked into his room and slammed the door behind him.
Clementine clutched the sleeping bag and stood in the darkened room, the door slamming had caused a draft which had blown out the candles. "Goodnight" she whispered softly.
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Post by Michael7123 on Jul 12, 2014 16:44:40 GMT
Another good chapter. Nicely done.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 12, 2014 16:59:22 GMT
Not really a chapter, more like parts of a chapter. Probably one more part and then I'll wrap up chapter 2.
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