stick close ;; mydarling--clementine
So his whole group getting kidnapped was hardly ideal. Probably about the furthest concept from ideal, with the exception of his whole group being killed or bitten. Them being kidnapped was about a step above that; still alive, as far as he knew, and the thought made him uneasy. He was the one that convinced them to leave Carver's camp and now he was responsible for them being taken back in. If only he had made more of an effort--
Yet talking never did anyone any good these days. Not that he didn't try, of course, because sometimes Nick needed to get his ear chewed off when he was being an idiot, and sometimes someone needed to act as the voice of reason to the otherwise (understandably) paranoid group. Clementine at least seemed to appreciate the value in words; God knew how many times she had talked herself out of a hairy situation before she had joined up with the group.
Not that words would do them any good now since, to reiterate, Luke's entire group was being held hostage (always trying to be optimistic). Clementine seemed to be on the same page Luke was too and they could talk all they wanted but at the end of the day what needed to be done was action rather than contemplation and discussion. They had to somehow rescue Nick and Rebecca and Carlos and Alvin and the others, and they had to do it preferably without anyone being shot or injured.
"Got any ideas?" he murmured. Even though they were hidden away in the forest paralleling the building that Carver had holed him and his "family" in, Luke knew better than to underestimate Carver. After all, he hadn't truly thought that Carver would come after them, and now look at the mess they were in.
