4:40 PM
I was inside the office in the drugstore, the room was filthy with a blood-soaked mattress on the floor, and the office looked like it hadn't been cleaned for weeks.
Why was I in the office? Not for the medicine. I don't care if Larry died; he's nothing but a liability. And even if I wanted medicine, I could come back when the power is cut.
It will sound the alarm if I barge in. I have to wait till Glenn returns. And the reason I was here was to look for lee's existence, since he didn't show up at Clem's house, I had my doubts that he even existed.
Clementine was following behind me, with her eyes fixed on the Walkie, ready for a call.
There was a large wooden pallet covering the desk behind. On the floor was a family photo with its glass shattered.
I walked over to it, and without picking it up, I just looked at it from where I stood. I saw him standing on his parents' right side with a white shirt and tie.
'So he does exist. I don't know if he's alive anymore, though.' It was difficult for him to survive.
I walked over to the pallet to lift it, and a cane was dropped, clattering on the ground. Yelp! Startling Clem who was concentrated on the walkie.
I looked at her with an amused smile. She looked away, embarrassed. It wasn't the time to make fun of her; I'd have plenty of opportunities down the road. I picked up the cane. 'This is pretty heavy,' I acknowledged, 'And sturdy. I am taking this.'
"Hey look, there's another way inside the pharmacy," Clem exclaimed pointing at the door, that said. Authorized Employee's Only in bold letters.
Carley came inside the Office hearing Clem's voice. "What did you find?" she asked. "Another way inside the pharmacy," Clem said to her.
"Let's move that table out of the way," Carley said, moving to the table that was blocking the entry. She looked at me struggling to move it. "What?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips., "A little help?" Carley yelled, getting frustrated.
I chuckled and moved next to her and helped her move the table. She cut her finger in the process, and I sighed. I picked up the Med kit sitting on the other table, got a bandage, and returned to her. "Your hand," I said, standing in front of her, rather close.
"This is nothing," Carley said, leaning back on the table, smiling, looking at my worrying face all of a sudden. Why was I worried? I stepped closer, quickly grabbing her hand.
"You have AIDS or something?" I asked.
She frowned. "No. What the fuck. Why would you ask me that-" Her question cut in short as I put her bloodied finger in my mouth, cleaning the blood from it. The face she had was entertaining.
I pulled her finger out and dried it with a clean piece of cloth. "An infection, and I'll have to cut another arm today," I said as I put the bandage on her finger.
"What!" Carley stood up, her breasts brushing against my abdomen, looking up at me with a worried face. "He's alive," I assured her, and she sighed but was still stiff from the sudden proclamation of mine.
"Let's get this door opened," Carley said as she slid to the side, and I could see a hint of red on her cheeks even in the dimly lit room and a slight moan that escaped her lips.
"It's locked," I said. "How do you know?" Carley said, reaching the door, her hand on the handle, "Because I know a lot more than you," I said, Carley smirked and pressed the handle, "I'm a reporter, you know-" and found out that the door was indeed locked.
Carley fell silent. "Heh. Would you look at that?" she said, embarrassed, out of words and ways to get out of the situation.
Stepping in front of Carley, I patted her head, "There, there," as if trying to calm a crying child.
Suddenly we heard laughter in the office, turning to the source we found Clem, pointing and laughing at Carley embarrassing her even more.
"Clem," I said, my tone stricter than I have ever gotten with her which wasn't a lot.
Clementine sealed her lips, putting a hand over her mouth, "Go outside and finish your treat, and be on the walkie." I kicked her out of the office, and she quietly left, or so I thought.
I turned to Carley. "We are alone," I said, my words made her heart beat faster, "A-and-" she stuttered, backing up, I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me before she could crash into the door.
Carley yelped, surprised. "What are you doing?" she yelled. "That door might have a sensor, which you would've triggered," I said calmly. I don't know for sure if banging on it would set it off or not, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Carley apologized. "It's fine," I replied, looking at her saddened face. "Let's find the key, shall we?" I said, distracting her from herself. She looked up and nodded.
"Where should we look?" Carley asked, looking around the ruined office. "I already have a clue." I paused and walked over to the photo lying on the floor. "I saw that same uniform outside. Maybe he has the key," I said. "I know that guy," Carley said, not focusing on the matter at hand, remembering something.
"That guy in the white shirt, he murdered a state senator whom his wife was having an affair with." She said, "Thanks for the info, I guess," I said, weirded out by her.
"What? Don't you think it's interesting that we are saved by a murderer?" she said like a child. "It is if you think of it like that," I suppose. "Anyway, can we focus on the more important matter?" I said.
"Like, on saving someone you hate,' I said to her.
"You have a very good eye," Carley said, weirded out on being found.
I leaned into her ear, startling her, "Like noticing that you aren't wearing a thing under that shirt," I whispered and slipped out of the office, leaving Carley inside in a stupor.
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