Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

Knocking On Deaths Door

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"Something's not right Duck."

That's the last thing she said to her most trusted friend before everything fell apart. They were separated, and she had no idea where he was, didn't even know where she was herself.

The day started out simple enough. Her and Duck woke up early to help Pete and Nick out with some fishing. A simple trip turned murder massacre when they reached the river. Bodies were scattered everywhere, some walkers others human. Sadly most were human, unturned humans at that.

Bullet holes that went straight through their heads, some had them scattered around their body. Whoever was responsible was ruthless.. They were just killed, for what reason. All she needed to know was where she was, and how the hell she ended up in the back of a moving truck.

She wasn't tied up which was a bonus in her eyes. She had enough of being tied up from her time in Savannah, if she could avoid being tied down she would. The only good thing to come from her fishing trip was the fact that her backpack was there, laid out next to some dying human who she was sure she saw in the woods with Christa. Her backpack now laid strapped over her back. She was surprised that whoever took her didn't take her bag, she had a weapon in there and not to mention the hammer she had in her possession on the way to the river which still laid beside her.

Did they see her as a threat? At all? Clearly not...or maybe they were just being stupid.

The truck was moving roughly on the street, hitting bumps and curves the girl wasn't prepared for. It came to a harsh stop, jolting her body off to the side where she collided with the truck's floor. She blinked away the pain but hardly had anytime to bounce back from it before the doors to the truck opened to reveal a brunette man.

Clem had to admit the man was fairly intimidating, but she wouldn't let him see that. She stared him right in the eyes as he approached her.

She forced herself to sit upright, before she stood to her feet to greet him.

"Name's Carver."

The man greeted holding his hand out for Clem to shake. She took a glance at the mans rough looking hand before she firmly shook it. He seemed to be impressed, mostly because she wasn't cowering in fear at the sight of him.

Clementine stood her groud refusing to take her eyes off the man in front of her.

"I have a few questions for you, and if you answer em right, then maybe we'll talk about letting you go." Clem stared up at him, her eyes now traced firmly on his lips. She had only caught a few words, not many but enough to understand. What did he want to know from her? Maybe he had Duck? Carver signaled to someone behind him and another person stepped into view, a skinner looking man with a tight glare and dirty blonde short hair.

"If you answer em wrong though, Troy here will deal with you, your choice sweetheart."

Clem had to admit both men were equally terrifying. Whatever she had stumbled into she wanted no part of it, but it looked like she had no choice but to cooperate.

"Now I stopped by that house of yours, and my people weren't there which means they must've packed up and left.... And I haven't the faintest idea where cause I was too busy chasing you and Nick's ass through the woods."

Once again she didn't catch much of what he said, however she did notice that he said something about Nick. The girl's eyes widened once she realized that Nick was nowhere to be found. What happened to him? She wondered when he was taken, where he was now, if he was even alive. That just brought her back to Duck. She still had no idea where the boy was, if he was even safe or not.