You all stand around a table that has a walkie-talkie on it.
Kenny: Alright, we're all here.
Rebecca: Someone's gotta get the radio out to Luke. What's the problem?
Kenny: We should probably figure out who's doin' what before we--
The door begins to open. Kenny grabs the walkie-talkie before the door opens all the way. The door opens completely and Tavia walks in.
Tavia: Time to get up. Daylight's burnin'. They let you sleep in, all things considered.
Sarah: Where's my dad?
Tavia: He's where the rest of you are goin'. To work. Rebecca, Nick, Sarah, Jane... if you gotta take a piss, do it now. The next break won't be for a while. Troy'll be comin' up for the rest of you.
Kenny: Why just them?
Tavia: Like I said...Troy's comin' for the rest of you.
Tavia leaves with Nick, Sarah, Jane, and Rebecca. Hank closes the door.
Kenny: Alright, look. If we're gonna do somethin', we have to do it NOW, and if Luke's all we got, then we pair up with him.
Mike: I can do it. Where's the meetin'?
Kenny: Mike.
Mike: Yeah?
Kenny: The kids should do it.
Mike: Are you fuckin' kidding?
You hear a clanking noise from outside and you make sure that no one's watching you. The coast seems clear.
Mike: No offense, but--c'mon, that's crazy, they're kids, why would--
Kenny: There's a million reasons. They know Luke, they can hide, he got the damn radio for us in the first place...
Mike: Who cares?!
Kenny: And I'm sorry, Mike, but I don't know you from fuckin' Adam, alright? And if I'm trustin' someone to do somethin' this important, I'm trusting them.
Mike: You don't trust me to get a radio to someone?
Clem: Kenny's right, we should do it.
Mike: Don't do somethin' stupid just to get some respect.
Kenny: They don't need your respect.
Mike: Give me the radio.
The door opens and Troy steps in.
Troy: Alright, little chickens, let's get to peckin'.
Mike: Alright.
Troy: And don't think today's gonna be like yesterday. No way. No shenanigans. This rooster's gonna be surveilling your ass every second of the day, you hear? Got that? I'm afraid I need an answer, kids.
You cross your arms.
You: Whatever.
Clem: We heard you, okay?
Troy: Good.
He turns around.
Troy: Come on.
Kenny steps in front of you and causes a distraction so that he can put the walkie-talkie in your pockets
Kenny: You have your pockets all out.
You look at with a "are you fucking kidding me?" look.
Kenny backs up.
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The Walking Dead Clementine X Male Reader
FanfictionHello! This is my first story I've ever written and I've noticed that these Clementine X Male Reader stories are getting kinda popular so I thought I'd give it a shot. I hope you enjoy! Just to clarify; I do not own shit! This story is based off of...
