The Strangers

Chapter 8

Clem's P.O.V

I panicked. I looked up at Luke and he looked surprised. He looked caught up in the moment. He didn't do anything. I quickly grabbed the gun and machete off of Luke and pointed them at her.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked.

"Because you're bit. That boy said that it was just a stab wound, but I highly doubt that. And when you get bit, you get put down. End of story."

Nick walked in. He dropped the food.

"Get out." He growled.

"But what about my food?"

"I'm not gonna say it again. Get out."

"I'll die out there. The walkers."

"You put this little girl in danger again, and it won't be the walkers you have to worry about. Go."

Luke pushed her out of the cabin.

Nick and Luke looked at me sympathetically because a tear slipped from my eye. I guess it was from being overwhelmed and the pain from the stab wound. I was crying, by this point. Nick hugged me, and put me back on the bed to rest. It had been a long day. I needed some rest by now.

Anyone reading this? If so, what do you think?