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Clementine’s senses heightened as the rummaging grew louder and louder the more she neared its source. Whoever, or whatever, it was had made a mistake today. Let it be a lone walker or lone survivor, their luck was running out quick.
A gun cocked from Clementine’s hand as she approached the being. They didn’t seem as if they were a walker, but walker or not meant that they could be potentially dangerous still. “Turn around, slowly. “
Pike had told Skree to work on his collecting skills to see how much he’s learned the past few years from his housemates. The young hunter was finally old enough to go off on his own and pull his own weight, at least now that he knew the basics to parkour maneuver . Needless to say he hated it. Not to mention now that he was older and more competent they often relied on him to watch over Pip, who was getting his survival lessons a little early on to save time. When they found this dilapidated make shift camp it seemed abandoned beyond recognition.
Like who ever lived there left in a hurry and hadn’t been there in months. . .
Skree didn’t even notice Pip had wandered off elsewhere as he rummaged through an old knapsack in a bin pulling out some medicine and bandages. These would come in handy.
Just before he went to put them into his own bag he heard the distinct sound of a gun, and a non-familiar voice giving him a very firm order. Busted. Shaky hands set the medicine back down and raised slowly in the air to show he was unarmed, before he slowly turned around to face her.
Shit. Shit shit shit--!
Bright blue irises narrowed as he gave her a quick once over, trying to figure out just who he was up against. Young, he thought, probably only a little bit older than him. Armed with what appeared to be a pistol, and he wasn’t sure but that was probably a hunting knife attached to her hip. Hm. . .
“I was just gathering some supplies, I ain’t got nothing to hurt you with.”
His eyes darted to a flash of movement he caught in his peripheral vision, the sudden realization that Pip was probably nearby making his throat tighten in fear. Fuck if he panicked and started to cry, or worse. If she shot him. . .

















