For Yuika

(A/N: thank you for those power stones and your comment. It got me to start writing again. Honestly I was thinking about leaving the story, it wasn't really getting that much attention abd I wasn't getting any feedback. I appreciate it, and would appreciate future feedback as well. this chapter is a little shorter than normal, sorry.)

Chapter 5

Robert counted bullets slowly, silently taking inventory. Things have been boring as hell since Bill left Tavia in charge. At least when he was on watch he had company, but at this point he was going to go as crazy as his brother(though that line of thought made him feel a bit guilty). Speaking of which, he hoped Bill would be able to find him out there, he left a week or two ago to continue tracking down Rebecca. He just hoped Phil was with 'em. 

Time ticked by slowly as he counted each individual round. He marked down the final number quickly before moving on to the next item, mumbling as he wrote "317 9.19 mm rounds… onto 5.56 rounds." He yawned loudly, bored by his mundane task. 

After what seemed like several hours Vince seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The asian convict was strangely sneaky. Or maybe not too strangely considering he was a convict, though Robert didn't know what the man was arrested for, but he was a good enough friend, and seemed to care deeply for those he came in with, especially Shel. 

"I thought you were on guard duty" Vince took a seat next to him "Thankfully Tavia let me off. Wyatt's on duty right now, he needs a distraction anyways." Vince sighed "With everything that's been going on I'm kind of thankful for the work."

Robert shook his head "agreed" he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. "I know Bill's been a bit obsessed, but I can't help but be grateful for it." Vince nodded.

"I understand, if we're lucky Carver will bring them all back, but… look. There's a chance that he's gone, and eventually you'll have to move on."

Rob just sighed and nodded.

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"I still don't think that woman was very trustworthy" Philip said as he and Clementine walked inside

"She was just looking out for her family"

"Or she's a witch straight from Salem. Either way she was a bit rude" Clementine gazed at him incredulously. Philip was starting to get used to people looking at him like that.

"How was she rude?"

"She crouched when she spoke to us, as if we were children."

"We are children"

"Like we were short children then"

Clementine sighed and walked off, Leaving Philip to his own devices. 

Philip was truthfully just being silly about the woman they came across outside, but that didn't mean he wasn't suspicious of her. She looked almost startled when she saw him, though Philip would also be startled were someone to interrupt his spying. Regardless he didn't believe the woman's story, he didn't think Clementine did either despite what she said just a few moments ago. Wait… is that a WHOP I hear?

WHOP WHOP WHOP

Philip ran outside to meet the rest of the Kenny, who had figured out the problem quickly. "This storm's got it spinnin' out of control, that sounds gonna draw walkers we gotta shut it down" he said referring to the windmill. Told ya. Regardless, people were running back and forth grabbing weapons, and running outside. Honestly Philip didn't know what was going on. He just stood outside with his rifle and shot at any lurker he could see.

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Clementine was scared, gunfire surrounded her, and much more terrifying, walkers. She was annoyed too. This is the third time within the past week that her new group was depending on her, it was hard to believe none of them knew how to shut down the windmill, much more surprising still, when she had learned just how easy it was. As she turned around she realized that one walker had broken away from the herd and was stumbling toward her, though she quickly raised her pistol and took out the walker with trained ease.

The girl ran, hiding behind an unreasonably large rock. Philip's fire drew most of the walkers to him, but his distraction didn't stop a few from stumbling toward the young girl. Clem held her ground, killing any that came her way. Unfortunately she was unable to return to the lodge, the horde of walkers blocking any path. Assuming they didn't run out of ammo they should be able to take care of the threat quickly.

"Click"

Her handgun ran out of ammo, because of course it did. Luckily the majority were distracted, however there were three coming her way. Clementine brandished her knife, readying herself. Suddenly gunfire rang out from the trees, and the walkers in front of her were mowed down. Figures emerged from the tree line. The man in the lead wore a thick fur coat. He was followed by two other men, and a woman… Bonnie. 

The remaining walkers were killed quickly as the apparent leader walked in stride toward Philip. The man stopped before the boy and looked him up and down. 

"You're still wearing that thing? Good, it's a nice jacket" he said before smacking him with the stock of his rifle.