New Group = New Threat?

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As BJ was thinking, Clem and him heard a clicking sound, too similar to turning off the safety of a gun.

The pair turn toward the sound, and see a man pointing an SMG at their faces. Both put their hands up.

"Well, well. What do we have here? A grown man and a little girl...What were you two doing here, hiding?" He asks with a scratchy voice, as if he's been smoking for 20 years.

"Nothing like that..."BJ says in a calm voice. "Just hiding from you and your group."

"Why's that?" He asks with a smile. "We're very friendly, especially towards girls."

As the man in the green jacket was saying that, it seemed like he let his guard down. BJ sprung in action, and grabbed the weapon, and made the man point it upward, to the sky. He quickly headbutted the man, and tear the gun away from his grasps.

"Son of a bitch..." The man held his nose, but BJ didn't let him shout or do anything else, and took his knife from his belt, quickly, and stabbed the man in the side.

"Urgh...." the man groaned, and immediately his legs were about to give out from the sharp pain. BJ pulled out his knife, and stabbed his three more times, while now holding his palm against his mouth.

The man's life fading out from his eyes, and collapsed limply, slowly dying. BJ lowered the man to the ground, not wanting to make noise by having him thump on the ground. After laying the man down, he stabbed him in the head, not allowing him to come back as a walker.

Clementine was watching the whole scene with wide eyes. It's not her first time someone getting killed, but it was still not easy for her, though it did make it a bit easier that he wanted to most likely hurt her and BJ.

BJ put the sub-machine gun over his shoulders, and stood up. "Come on, Clem. We need to leave. If he found us, the others can too, and it won't be long before-" he got interrupted by a gunshot.

It happened so fast that the two barely managed to understand what happened.

One second, BJ was talking Clem that they need to leave, then the next second BJ had a bullet in his shoulder. The two quickly got up and started running into the woods.

"Come back, you sons of bitches!" They heard a female voice shouting after them, but they didn't stop.

BJ, ignoring the pain, took out the revolver from his holster, and let off 3 shots behind him, causing him to get shot in his arm as well. "Fuck! Clem, run! Don't stop for even a second."

More and bullets started raining at them from behind, Clementine, to her ultimate luck not getting shot; BJ getting lucky as well, not getting hit again.

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"Fuck!" The woman shouted who shot BJ in shoulder. "They got away!" She cursed and kicked a log in her way.

"Calm down, Pamela." She heard a young man's voice behind her. "Well get 'em later, but we need to leave. The gunshots lured the stalkers to us." He says in a calm voice.

"Right." She groans in annoyance. "You're right, CJ." She turns to the young guy.

Pamela is a lean woman, wearing a black jacket, green cargo pants, and black boots. Her hair is long, reaching her waist, but it is tied up in a bun; and has the color of ginger, and the end of her hair is curly. She's 33 years old, who before all this was a police officer. But now, in this new world, where the dead is coming back to eat the living, she became the leader of her group of 23 people, or now with the loss of Karl, 22.

CJ or Carl Johnson is a young 16 year old black-skinned survivor. He was 14 when this all started, living comfortable with his late mother in a middle-class neighborhood. He enjoyed his studies, inspiring to become a soldier, wanting to serve his country, but the dead ruined it all. Now he's serving Pamela's group. He's her most trusted member of the group, and one of the best shots despite his age.

CJ puts a hand on her shoulder, gesturing her to get moving. They start jogging back, meeting up with the other 2 scavenger team members, who split up from them to try and get the man and little girl, who killed Karl.

Though they didn't say it out loud, they didn't like Karl, who quite openly shared his thoughts of having 'fun' with the 2 little girls in the group.

Pamela's only reason to keep his around was because he used to be a male nurse, and could help Lamar, the group's doctor. Lamar used to be a family physician.

The other two, who regrouped with Pamela and CJ were Isabella and Harry, who Pamela trusted whole heartedly as well.

Isabella is a young woman, aged 22, with a lean build, curves in all the right places. She has short, tomboyish brown hair, complemented with an emerald earring in her left ear. She's wearing a gret jacket, a pair of black jeans and dirty white sneakers. When the outbreak started, she was a college student, studying to become an engineer.

Meanwhile, Harry, is the oldest out of the team, aged 45. He shaved his head bald, as well as his facial hair. He has a dad body, but is strong underneath the slight fat. He's wearing a lime green hoodie, white sweatpants, and a white & red sneakers. Before the outbreak, he was just a regular cashier in a convenience store near his home.

The 4 people got into their white van, and drove off, not bothering to bury Karl. Harry was driving, Pamela sitting shotgun, while CJ and Isabella sitting in the back.

As Harry was driving, Pamela stayed quiet, looking out the window.

'We need to find them, soon.' She thought. 'They might have a group, maybe big enough to kill us. I can't take chances. We need to kill them, before they kill us. Especially now that I shot him, fucking db decision on my part, we can't make friendly relationship with them.' She sighs loudly.

"Are you okay?" She heard CJ ask her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." She smiled fondly at him.

"Alright, but you can talk to me, you know?"

She doesn't reply, but gives him a genuine smile, then looks back out the window. CJ doesn't pry either, and goes back to write in his journal, which he started earlier this year. This one at least, he started the previous one a month after the outbreak. Since there's no internet anymore, nor at least a radio which he could listen to, it's the best he could manage. At least he can work on his handwriting, though it's not important anymore. There's no teacher to scold him for bad handwriting.

Eventually, they got back to their group, which greeted them happily, as when they opened the back of the van, they were greeted with canned foods, ammunitions, and medicine. Before they went and chased after the two, who killed Karl, they managed to acquire some important things.

Some asked about Karl, but most didn't care, as they all hated and were disgusted by him.

Pamela's group is located in a rowhouse, which she, CJ, and Isabella started fortifying, before the rest of the group joined them.

Pamela, CJ, and Isabella met when the whole incident happened, when they all were still too trusting of other people, and have been sticking together since.

The group have had problems with some groups smaller than theirs and some bandits, but they have always came out on top, and have only lost two people to those incidents.

Their food and water supplies have been stable as well, because a river is running not far from the house, around 0.77 miles from their base, and they have been farming in the backyard of a house next to the base, which they took over, as well as the other ones.

Pamela is the one who's making mainly the choices, but sometimes consults a 65 year old man, named Arthur, a veteran army general. The group always have guards, which is pretty much normal for every group and/or community, changing every 5 hours.

Life's good for them.