A/N:

I'm not so sure if this matters to you all...

But in my game choices, I've sided with Lilly most of the time.

She struck me as a better leader, the think-before-act type.

I'll try to keep the Lilly/Kenny confrontations equal, trying not to pick a side, to those who have sided with Kenny rather than Lilly.

About three months have passed since we resided here at the motel.

Doug got my phone to work again, thankfully with the charger he had found.

Everything seemed peaceful, overall.

I've seen to have grown a liking to everyone in the motel group. Even Lilly; who was the daughter of the most hated guy in our group.

You guessed it.

Larry.

He was still an ass, basically, well, all the time. There was no reasoning with him. Let him have his way if you want to get on his good side; his daughter's good side as well. She can also understand how much of an ass he can be.

Oh, and we met this guy named Mark. Lilly found him walking past the entrance of the motel while on watch. He carried so much food and supplies with him, which is basically the reason why Lilly invited him in to join our group. He was also a military soldier down at Warner Robbins before the apocalypse had started; just like Lilly. Ironically, they don't even know each other.

My trust with Lee has grown immensely in the past three months. He now calls me his "Sweet pea," which I think is very cute. I didn't really care if he had murdered someone in the past. He didn't look like a psychopath, or someone who had the occupation of killing. He seemed like the guy who would make mistakes, just like the rest of us here.

Searching through the motel rooms, I've found a long-sleeved undershirt. It came in handy, deeming that it became slightly colder in the past couple of months. As well as a soccer ball. I was filled with joy once I saw the black-and-white checkered ball just laying aside in the corner of the motel room. Yeah, I played soccer before all of this madness had started. My parents had signed me up. I didn't enjoy playing it much, but ironically, this soccer ball brings me back to the time when everything was normal.

Normal.

When everything was once back to normal.

I wish I could've had one last, final moment with my parents' right before they had left to Savannah. At least, being able to say something meaningful to both of them.

And those words would be:

I love you. I love you both so much.

Sadly, I've never had the chance to tell both of them that. Or maybe not enough times.

It was too late.

They're both gone.

It saddens me that I have to come across the truth when it comes to them.

Now that they're most likely dead, it breaks my heart that they've never heard those words come out of my mouth.

We were running low on food; people got hungrier by the second. The food supply Mark once had was now gone, and to Lilly, he seemed useless to have in the group now.

We had enough food to last us about five more days.

But that was it.

Lee, Mark, and Kenny went out into the woods in hopes to find something, like a deer or whatever, so that all of us can eat.

Which left the rest of us here at the motel, cold and starving.

"Duck! Hey! Over here!" I shouted, waving my hands up and down in the air, urging him to pass me the ball.

He picked up the soccer ball by his side, adjusting the ball in front of him. I felt like I had to say something, like, "You can't use your hands in soccer," or something. But, on the other hand, he was just a little boy. I just decided to go with it instead.

He feebly kicks the ball over to me with the tip of his own foot, causing the ball to run diagonally out of our path between us, rolling underneath the RV Lilly was sitting on while on watch.

"No, Duck," I sighed in frustration, reaching for the ball stuck underneath the RV, "You're supposed to kick the ball like this." The ball, resting in my hands, I placed it in front of me. Placing all of my attention on the ball, my right leg takes a strong swing, the side of my foot passing it over to Duck. But when I look up, the ball goes nowhere near Duck. Instead, the powerful kick slams into one of the wooden planks, just by the fortifications.

And Larry.

I felt the fear and tension grow inside of me.

He briefly pauses, turning around to glare at both Duck and I.

"Could both of you little shits try not to play in my work area?" He snarled, receiving an angry look from Lilly.

"Dad, they were just playing a game -"

"I don't give a shit," He cuts her off. "While I'm busy here working my ass off, these two little fuckers ruined my work. I gotta start all over again now."

"Sorry, uh, Larry," I stammered, picking the ball up and away from his workspace, "Won't happen again."

"It better not," He growled, resuming his work on the fence fortifications.

"So Duck," I started, continuing our game, "You wanna take another shot at passing the ball?"

"Yeah, sure Clementine," He nods happily. "I kick it with the side of my foot, right?"

"Yeah. Try to use your dominant leg to kick the ball though."

"What does that mean?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

I thought to myself a moment, trying to find a way to explain this in "little kid" terms. "Which hand do you write with?"

"My right, why?"

"Then that's the leg that you kick with, Duck," I explained, tossing the soccer ball over to him. "Give it your best shot."

He successfully catches the soccer ball in his hands, adjusting it down it front of his two feet. Raising his right leg up in the air, he takes a kick at the ball, his boot flying off in the process.

"Clementine!" He shrieked, "My boot!" His body wobbled as he balanced himself on his left leg.

"Don't worry Duck, I got it," I tell him, rushing over to his lop sided boot. I grasped onto it, handing it over to Duck's stretched out arms.

Once he finished sliding his right foot into his boot, his face had shortly stuck with fear. "Uhh, Clementine?"

"What is it, Duck?" I asked, following the direction of his eyesight. We both soon shared the same facial expression.

Oh...

In front of us, we saw a very pissed-off looking Larry, a soccer ball being clutched in his hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he did not hesitate to raise the claw of his hammer against the soccer ball, penetrating into it. Pulling it out, he squeezed the soccer ball, deflating it. I looked back in Duck's direction, seeming as if he was about to cry.

"Dad, what the fuck?!" Lilly called out from the top of the RV, climbing down from the ladder. "You need to chill out; they didn't mean any trouble."

"Yeah, really man," Doug piped in, "Not cool."

"You really want to know what's 'not cool?'" Larry barked, "That I've asked these two thumb suckers nicely to stay out of my workspace. And what do they do? They test me. They test me to see whether I am stupid or not-"

"Dad, this is ridiculous! It was an accident-"

"Guys, this is getting out of hand," Doug added in, pausing his work on the fence.

While the three of them were up and arguing, I turned my head over to look at a saddened Katjaa, her old and frail body slumped into a couch out in the motel lot. Her head was pointed down at the floor, her head shaking slightly. Her facial age lines creased against her skin, her facial expression reading, if only the others were here...

"Would everyone just please shut the fuck up?!" Carley demanded, now becoming part of the tension. "This is stupid! You're getting yourself worked up over a fucking soccer ball-"

"Which interrupted my work!" Larry snapped back, his spit showering her face. "That ball knocked the planks of wood down, the ones that I used to fortify those fences! You have no idea how hard it is to fortify those fences while you are cold and hungry. I don't see you doing any of the heavy lifting."

"We're sorry, okay?" I tell him in nervousness, "We didn't mean no-"

"Wait, everyone..." Lilly whispered, "Be quite for a-"

"Don't you tell me to be quiet Lilly!" Larry shouted.

"No dad, I'm serious!" She hissed in a quiet tone, her head pointing towards the trees that stood in front of the entrance of the Motel. Everyone in the motel lot instantly froze, turning their attention to the trees. They seemed to slightly rustle against each other, along with the sounds of twigs snapping by the second. "You guys hear that?"

A petrified Duck ran into his mother's arms, clutching onto her jacket tightly. Lilly raised her sniper rifle to the sound in the woods. Everyone was filled with a mix of bewilderment and fear, as their eyes widened at the sound coming from the woods.

Something was coming.

But we didn't know exactly what it was.

A/N:

Short chapter, I know.

But it's all I could do this weekend.

I'll try to have a longer one posted up next weekend.