The Walking Dead: Emperor of Flames

Season 4/Chapter 8: Death, Feasts, and Relaxation

3rd Pov. 

Violet: Well, we didn't kill this one. We wouldn't have left it hanging in our trap.

Brody: What the hell?

Y/n looks at the walker and pokes it with his baseball bat. It's dead and from the looks of it, it's been dead for a minute. Like Violet said, if it were them who had killed it then it wouldn't still be...well, there. They'd have taken it down to reset the damn trap. Whoever is, or was, here is being sloppy. 

Y/n: Seems that whoever's lurking around doesn't have any idea on how to hide their steps. 

Clementine: We found a bible page stuffed with old tobacco, too. 

Y/n nods and crosses his arms. 

Y/n: Whatever bastard was here used the page as cigarette paper. Was it one of the kids? Do any of them smoke?

Violet shakes her head as they stand by the trap. 

Violet: Nope. Nothing to smoke.

The group, while talking, hear footsteps approaching them and turn to possibly get ready for a fight. However, soon Louis and Aasim walk out of the tree brush; Louis still has the same dumb smile plastered on his face. 

Louis: Who is this unlucky fella?

Clementine: Where have you two been?

Aasim: Checking nearby traps. The ones that were sprung were all empty. All the rest are broken.

Y/n sighs in annoyance. Sure they caught some fish, but it would've been nice to have rabbit or deer. Something with a little bit more meat to it that they could possibly be saving for the next few days. He also knows that it means somebody had to have robbed the traps of whatever they had in them. 

Brody: Someone robbed us?

Y/n: Looks like it. Walkers aren't exactly smart enough to take apart traps without getting caught by them or making no noise. 

Louis: Oh, great. And now we're gonna starve.

Brody begins to pace back and forth, clearly afraid about something or somebody. She starts to hyperventilate as the others watch, like how Clementine was earlier when Rosie had appeared from behind the door. 

Brody: Fuck, that's...fuck. Fuck! It's just...fuck. It's okay, it's... breathe. Brody, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon...

Violet: You're gonna be fine.

Brody doesn't listen but keeps pacing. 

Brody: Fuck, fuck, c'mon, c'mon!

Violet looks at us. 

Violet: It's just a panic attack. 

Y/n: I can see that. 

Brody: Fuck, fuck!

Clem tries to reach out and help Brody, but she just yells back at her. 

Clementine: Hey, easy. We'll still find enough food to get us through the-

Brody: That's not what I'm worried about!

I look at Brody. 

Y/n: Brody, calm down.

Brody: I have to tell Marlon about this.

Louis: Um, we still need food. You know, to live? We definitely don't have enough here.

Brody: You guys figure it out.

Brody leaves, but Aasim is quick to follow as he's got to take back the fish.