[Note from Author]

Firstly I'd like to apologize that it's taken me this long to update this story. I have been very busy with work and such that I just simply haven't had the time nor the inspiration. However, the release of TWDG season 2's trailer kind of kicked things back into motion for me. The "feels" came back and I was under the sudden urge to continue and eventually conclude this story.

I will point out that it's been a while since I've written anything story related, so please do forgive me if I appear to be rusty in certain areas.

Thanks and please enjoy.

[End of note]

CHAPTER 6 – Old Threats Part 1

"So, Lee. You makin' a habit of pointing guns at friends?" Kenny jokingly said. The bells we heard earlier were both Kenny and Ruscoe arriving after a successful hunt. Whilst me and Mark came back with a few people, Kenny and Ruscoe brought back a whole deer. They came in through the gate and Doug re-rigged the alarm system looking rather pleased with himself after seeing that it worked.

Questions about our outstanding luck kept running through my head but I always came to the conclusion that it meant that our plan was working. But there's lucky and then there's the kind of 'luck' that a cheater gets. Only, sometimes, I'm not sure if I'm the one switching cards.

"I'm… just a little on edge… After hearing about Ben and his friends getting attacked." I said, replying to Kenny's remark.

"Yeah… I can't shake the thought that someone could be watching us right now. Waiting for the right moment to pounce and take out every last one of us." Mark said, looking rather uneasy.

"Hey, bro, take it easy. If someone wanted to off us, we'd be dead already." Ruscoe added.

"I'm not sure if that's supposed to make me feel better or make me feel like shit." Mark replied.

When I looked at Mark , he was pale. He seemed really nervous about something and became more and more restless. Today would be the day he dies. I wonder if he knows this somehow…

There was a sudden moment of silence until Kenny broke it, "Anyway, me and the kid should probably get this fella put somewhere where he won't get eaten by somethin' that ain't livin'." Kenny and Ruscoe walked off with the deer to find a good place to store it until it was time to eat.

"I… I think I'm going to lie down." Mark said staring at the floor

As Mark turned away I put my hand on his shoulder, "Mark, Is something wrong?"

Mark stood there in silence.

"You can talk me, man." I said.

Mark stayed silent for a minute. He then turned around and looked at me dead in the eyes, "I-I think I'm going to die."

"What do you mean?"

"I… can't get this image out of my head. I… I had a dream last night where… I was stuck in a dark room. All alone. Bleeding and… Fading away. I felt sad. Angry. And… Hungry."

"So… You had a bad dream?"

"NO!... no, It-it was more than just that. It felt real… I know it was real. Don't ask me how o-o-or why. I just know." Mark was sweating and shaking.

I looked at him and feigned ignorance, "You should probably just Lie down. Maybe you have a cold or something."

Mark said, almost sounding defeated, "Yeah… Or something… Maybe you're right. Thanks, Lee…"

Mark walked off to his room. I stood idly watching, wondering what other surprises were in store for me. A part of me wanted to look deeper into what was going on and how or why certain people, like Mark, somehow knew something. But another part of me just wanted to accept it and just continue as I have been.

I looked over at Ben, Travis, Duck and Clementine. To satisfy my curiosity I called Travis over, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Travis walked over, with his arms crossed, "What do you want?" he said to me rather aggressively.

I raised an eyebrow at him, lifted my arm up and brought it down gently onto his arms, unlocking them, "First off, drop the attitude, we have enough problems as it is."

Travis quickly crossed his arms again and then looked away, "How do I know I can trust you people?"

"Well… The only other option is back out there." I replied pointing to the woods.

"Hmph… you… do make a good point… but who knows what you guys are capable of?"

"Well, I know what we're capable of and that's not really much. Besides, we have kids. We look out for people here."

"For all I know, those kids could be demon-spawn."

I frowned at him, "I see… you met Clementine?"

Travis leered at me for a second, "Fine, jeez I get it. Anyway, what do you want?"

"Have you been having any odd dreams lately?" I asked.

"I've been having a pretty odd reality lately." Travis replied.

"We've all been living the same reality, Travis. I'm asking about your dreams. Any nightmares? Any dreams that have felt 'more than real'?"

"What? Are you my therapist all of a sudden?" He snapped back.

"Just answer the question please." I pleaded.

Travis stared blankly for a minute, "…yeah, I have actually."

"Like what?"

"Last night, I had a dream where I was eaten alive…"



"…Rabbits?" I said, rather surprised.

"Yeah... Fluffy rabbits."

"…Rabbits…" I said again to clarify.


I sighed and put my hand on Travis' shoulder, "Well thanks, Travis. That was very… insightful."

"Wait, that was all you wanted to know?"


"O-okay then. I guess I'll talk to you later?" Travis said, rather awkwardly.

"Yep, you do that."

"Okay… bye…" Travis walked back over to Ben, Duck and Clem.

Travis' answer didn't really help at all. I decided to leave the subject alone until it became a more pressing issue.

As time passed, I was waiting for the St. Johns to ring our bell at any moment. Scenarios kept playing out in my head as I tried to predict what was going to happen when they showed up. However, the day came and went and there was no sign of them at all. Dusk had fallen and I was still waiting to see if they would show up, but there was nothing. For some reason, this unnerved me to no end.

By the time everyone was having Dinner, Mark was still looking Ill but was visibly better than he was a few hours ago and everyone seemed to be happy. I was about to say to myself that the St. Johns not showing up was a miracle of sorts as they, last time, singlehandedly led our group astray. But there was another threat that I didn't think too much about. The reason we were forced out of the Motor Inn wasn't because of the St. Johns. It was because of the bandits.

However there was no immediate sign of a threat. I briefly glanced over to the RV and back at Kenny. Knowing Kenny he's probably gonna get that RV working regardless of whether we're in immediate danger. I shrugged and we all continued with the rest of our evening.