Clementine:
"So, we will ask you the same questions we’re asking your squadmates, and we expect an honest response." Mr. Rick sat down in the chair.
We had all been taken to small prison-like interrogation rooms, but they were less suffocating than you’d expect. Each was just a small square room with one table in the center, a chair for me, and three chairs for the ringleaders across from me, right in front of the door. So I was basically facing the door.
"We will start from the beginning. What were you doing at the train station?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the table. I was sure he knew it was making me anxious.
"We were taking a walk and then we arrived—" I stopped when he started shaking his head.
"I told you I only need the truth. This is not how the statement with your squadmate started. They said something different."
I took a deep breath. We hadn’t even thought we’d get arrested when we arrived. We should have known better, since they always take us straight in to submit statements. Why did we think this time would be different? Or maybe we were just too stunned to think clearly.
"Well, if you already asked them, why do you need to ask me?" I muttered, sounding defensive.
Next to him sat ringleader Anna and ringleader Lenora. They didn’t let Miss Rue join them.
"Clementine, I hope you realize you can’t be sassy with us. Not after the shit you’ve been caught doing," Anna said, folding her arms on the table.
"Well, we were curious, so we went to see what was up with the train," I answered without hesitation, because we hadn’t done anything wrong. We didn’t trust them, that’s why.
"And don’t you think it’s breaking the rule?" Mr. Rick pressed.
I smiled. "I don’t think so. I don’t remember that rule ever being mentioned."
My words made them exchange a glance, at least Anna and Leonora did, while Rick only tightened his fist.
"Please tell me, where does it say we’re not supposed to go anywhere under the barbed wires?" I asked. I noticed Mr. Rick had no answer. They were just trying to fool us with big words, thinking we’d never question the validity of their statements.
"With that being said, the train station comes under the barbed wires. We are allowed to go there, aren’t we? Now, it’s not our fault we took routes where none of the lurkers spotted us. Do you expect us to go look for them and say, hey, we’re moving there? That’s not our job. It’s their job to spot us," I said, forcing myself to regain confidence after being down for so long.
But just because I was traumatized by what happened in the North didn’t mean I should let these ringleaders get away with the shitty things they do, then punish us for something we didn’t even do wrong.
"Clever you are," Mr. Rick remarked.
I shrugged and smirked, not realizing it wasn’t over yet.
"So, how about you start telling us what happened there? That is part of the rule, isn’t it? Whenever you’re in the North, you come back and let us know. Because there’s no way you stayed there for four days without facing any monsters. So we want to know. Every monster or infected area you had come across. We want to hear about it," Mr. Rick said, opening his notebook.

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