Thanks gaara king of the sand for error checking.
"Christa. Talk to me." Clementine felt a cold chill run through her as she sat in silence, waiting for Christa's attention.
Christa however ignored the child. The woman let out a sigh, standing up and walking away.
Clementine felt neglected and hurt by Christa's actions.
Christa walked over to the campfire. Using a stick, she started to poke at the fire.
"This will never work." The woman tsked. "Look at this... it's pathetic. The wood's too wet to burn. There's more smoke than flame." Christa said. "At this rate we'll be eating this for breakfast."
Clementine sighed. "It's okay... I can wait."
"All we do is wait and for what?" Christa replied. "You should be doing this, not me. Tending a fire so you can cook and stay warm... It's something you have to be able to do, Clementine. Otherwise..."
Clementine lowered her head as Christa trailed off. "We need to find a group. People we can trust."
"You really think you can trust anyone out here?" Christa asked harshly.
Clementine frowned, "I don't know… Not everyone is bad…"
"Keep telling yourself that." Christa replied. "You can't trust anyone. You should know that by now."
Clementine opened her mouth to speak, but quickly stopped herself. She wanted to say 'But I trust you' but she didn't know how the woman would respond. She was pretty sure Christa didn't return that trust after what happened with Omid. Sometimes Clementine found it hard to even trust herself…
As she pulled herself from her thoughts, she realized Christa was still lecturing her.
"Trusting random people will only get you hurt or killed. You need to keep that in mind, got it?" Christa said.
Clementine sighed, "Yeah…"
"Good."
Silence fell over the two.
Clementine wrapped her arms around herself as a cold air hit her. "I'm freezing."
"You think this is bad, wait 'til we get up to Wellington, then talk to me about cold. If we make it. We still have a couple hard months ahead of us." Christa stated. "This rain will turn to sleet, then ice, then snow. It won't be easy."
"Is it safe there...?" Clementine asked.
Christa shrugged. "Safer than here because of the cold. Or so they say. We just need to keep moving north."
The two fell quiet again.
Clementine hated how hard it was to keep a conversation going with the woman. The child sighed once more, "I miss Lee..."
"I'm sure you do." Christa said, before standing. "I'm going to go look for more wood. You just keep the fire lit."
Clementine watched as the woman walked away, leaving her alone.
The girl looked towards the slowly dying fire with a sigh. Standing, she made her way to her backpack.
She reached into her bag and slowly closed her hand around a picture. Her mouth went dry and her heart caught in her throat. Her hand was shaking, almost uncontrollably as she looked at the picture. There in the picture was her late guardian. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at it but she quickly wiped them away. Her heart ached and she desperately wanted to be with the man in the photograph.
She slipped the picture into a pocket, before grabbing another piece of paper. This one was a drawing, one she had made herself. It was Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck. Seeing the picture only hurt her heart more. She slipped this picture into her pocket as well before finally fishing out her lighter.
She then made her way to the fire and with a spar piece of paper she lit the flames back up.
"Better... But still not enough. The flames are too low." She said, speaking out loud.
The child stood and started searching for something to keep the flames going.
Eventually she found a piece of wood, which she put into the fire to burn.
She watched the fire for a moment, before suddenly hearing voices in the distance.
"You're obviously with someone. Where's your group?" A voice asked.
"I… I don't..." Clementine heard Christa stammer.
"Don't fucking lie to us!" Another harsh voice snapped.
"Give us the truth and you don't get hurt." Said a third voice. "You fucking with me?"
Clementine let out a gasp as she noticed Christa surrounded by three unknown men.
"Where's the rest of your group...!?" The first man demanded.
"I-I'm by myself." Christa said.
"Bullshit!" Said the second man.
"She's lyin'" Came the third's voice.
"Cut the shit, lady!" The first man grumbled.
"It's... It's just me." Christa said.
"Come on guys!" One of the men aimed his gun at Christa's head. "She's not saying."
"You expect us to believe you're out here all alone...!?"
Clementine quickly picked up a rock, throwing it at one of the men and hitting him in the face.
"What the fuck?!" One of the men exclaimed.
The three men looked to the child as Clementine called out, "Christa, Run!"
Clementine started running, the man she threw the rock at took off after her.
The girl heard a gunshot go off and she felt her heart drop. She could only hope Christa could get away, but that gunshot was telling her otherwise.
Clementine tried her best not to panic as the man chased after her.
"Get the fuck over here! NOW!" He exclaimed.
Clementine ducked behind a tree, hoping he wouldn't see her.
"Motherfucker..." The man swore. "Come out here, girl. I'm not fucking around."
Clementine could hear him getting closer and quickly made a break for it.
"Shit!" The man quickly ran after her. "Get the fuck over here!"
Clementine dodged him, sliding under a fallen tree.
"Goddamn it!" The man growled.
The man was persistent, as he continued to chase her.
Clementine dashed away, nearly running into a walker.
The creature grabbed for her. Panicking, Clementine stumbled, slipping to the ground, while trying to avoid it.
She scrambled to get up as the man chasing her knocked the walker to the ground.
Clementine grabbed a branch off a nearby tree.
He tried to grab her and she moved away to one side of him.
"Whoa." The man turned to her and Clementine took the chance to thrust the pointed part of the branch into his shoulder.
The man groaned and pain.
Clementine quickly turned and ran. Once again she ran without looking back.
She ran with all her strength, jumping over stumps and branches. Suddenly, the child slid to a stop. Losing her balance, she nearly fell into a river. She was so caught off guard, she didn't have time to move before she was suddenly grabbed from behind.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Clementine yelled.
"Then stop fucking running!" The man retorted. "Quit squirming!"
Clementine struggled in his grip, but he wouldn't let go.
Desperate, she caught his thumb with her teeth and bit down.
The man let out a shout. "FUUUUUCK! Ow, Let go you little bitch, Jesus Christ!"
Clementine sank her teeth into his skin as hard as she could, drawing blood. The man yelled in pain, dropping the child.
The girl ran, spotting a log, she dropped down and crawled into it. The man ran towards her and caught her foot.
"Come out of there!" He snapped.
She kicked him as he started to pulled her.
As he continued to drag her she latched onto a tree. However, the man was too strong and pulled her off.
"Kid, you are on my last fucking nerve!" The man spat. "Stop fucking kicking!"
Clementine kicked at him with all her might.
She pounded him on the head with her fist, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, restraining her.
"LET ME GO!" Clementine yelled.
Clementine felt the man's fist suddenly connect with the side of her head. Pain exploded in her head.
Clementine tried to stand but he kept her pinned.
The man continued to punch and choke her.
It was all happening so fast. The little child fought for her life, but she could feel her consciousness fading away.
Slowly Clementine regained her senses. Her head felt as if she'd been hit with a baseball bat.
Clementine noticed a fire as she slowly opened her eyes, wondering if it had all been a dream. "Christa?" She called as she sat up.
"Look who's awake." A male's voice reached her ears.
Clementine's heart dropped. The girl tried to scramble to her feet. Clementine felt an uneasy feeling in her chest and her stomach churned.
"Oh no you don't." She froze as the man aim his gun at her.
"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way," he growled, "I don't mind, but I can tell you now you won't like the hard way."
Clementine didn't respond.
She looked around, realizing that they were in the very spot that she and Christa had been camping but Christa was nowhere to be seen.
"Please… Just leave me alone." Clementine begged.
Clementine searched for an escape as the men surrounded her. Once she spotted an opening she frantically scrambled to her feet.
"Nu-uh." A second man spoke, grabbing her by the arm.
Clementine struggled as the man grabbed her, opening her mouth to scream. She didn't get a chance as he clamped his hand over her mouth.
She fought to free herself from his grasp.
"Such pretty eyes... You're a great catch." He said.
Clementine fought with everything she had. The child sent an elbow into the man's stomach, stomping hard on his foot.
He released her and double over in pain.
The child stepped forward, eyes wide in fear. She backed away before breaking into a run, consumed with fear.
She heard the men swear and start chasing after her. She didn't make it far as they soon caught up.
One of the men grabbed her.
Clementine let out a yell, "Let go of me!"
"I got her. I got the little shit!" The same man who chased her before said.
"Stop it!" Clementine cried. "Leave me alone!"
"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch." The man said.
Clementine decided she only had two choices. Fight and hope to escape, or comply and hope they didn't seriously hurt her. She chose the first. She kicked the man holding her, trying to free herself from the man's grip.
Clementine tried to scream, but someone muzzled her mouth with their hands.
The man threw her hard to the floor.
"Strip her. Strip the bitch!" One of the men said.
Clementine struggled. "No! Let me go!"
Clementine fought and struggled, but the men were too strong for her. They ripped her clothes from her body while she helplessly fought.
"She's a fucking beauty."
"Why are you doing this?" Clementine asked, fighting tears. "Stop it. Just stop now and leave me alone."
"Not happening." One of the men said forcing her to her knees. "Open up, bitch."
Clementine looked confused as the man unbuttoned his pants, shoving his private part in her face. She looked away.
The man grabbed her head. "I said open up, slut."
Clementine shook her head. She didn't want that thing in her mouth.
The man's fist met her cheek and she whimpered. "Open."
Clementine opened her mouth and he immediately shoved his cock between her lips.
For the next few minutes the man enjoyed her pathetic attempt at giving a blowjob. Clementine gagged, fighting the urge to vomit.
As she focused on the man in front of her she suddenly felt a cold hand rub over her panties. She tried to move, but the man in front of her held her in place. She felt her panties slowly being pulled down and started struggling, biting down on the thing in her mouth.
The man howled in pain.
"You stupid cunt," He snapped, grabbing the child by the arms and lifting her off the ground.
Clementine was trembling, scared for her life. She was pretty sure they had killed Christa and that she was next.
The man suddenly threw her face-first to the ground. Clementine let out a cough as she hit the cold ground, trying to get up, but she was suddenly pinned down and held immediately by two men.
Clementine struggled as the men held her down.
She struggled even more as she felt one of them stripping her panties down her legs.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Clementine cried.
One of the men threw a hand over her mouth. "Shut the fuck up."
Clementine kicked, and thrashed, but it was no use. She bit over the hand covering her mouth only to receive a hit in the face.
"You know what, bitch…" The man grabbed her newly removed panties and balled them up, shoving them into the girl's mouth. "Maybe those will keep you quiet."
Clementine felt one of the men touch her private area as another one played with her undeveloped chest.
She squirmed, trying to get away but was held tight. She let out a muffled shriek as she felt a finger force its way into her vagina.
Clementine's face was a mask of fright, pain, and humiliation as she whimpered. She tried her best not to cry, but she was failing.
Clementine panicked, staring wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but cruelty in their eyes.
She suddenly felt something press against her private area.
She squirmed in a vain attempt to close her legs.
She felt a sharp pain as whatever was pressing against her entered inside her. She let out a scream.
He drove into her again, causing her to cry loudly with his thrust.
"She's so hot! And tight!" The man commented.
Their bodies rocked on the grass. As the man pumped into her, blood began to lubricate his cock, making his job easier.
Clementine didn't know how long this continued. She let out blood curdling screams that were still able to be heard despite the child being gagged, and fought harder, trying futilely to stop the men from hurting her.
Some minutes later, her muffled screams and cries turned to whimpers and sobs but the man didn't stop.
After what seemed like an eternity to her, he pulled back for one last push.
Clementine winced as she felt him shoot something into her. She wondered if he was peeing inside her.
When he had finished he pulled out. Immediately he was replaced by another man, then another, and then another.
Unable to stand the pain any longer the child passed out.
When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar place.
The child tried to sit up only to find she was bound to a bed. She quickly realized her clothes were gone. Remembering what happened, she started to struggle to break free. It was no use.
During her struggle she didn't hear the door open.
"You awake?" A voice was heard.
Clementine flinched as the man approached her.
"Good." He said.
She didn't recognize this man. She remembered the faces of the three men who attacked her in the woods, but this wasn't one of them.
"They should've kept your friend around too. We would've had two pretty bitches to play with." The man said.
Clementine closed her eyes. She felt bad about Christa but she was glad that the woman didn't have to go through this.
"What do you say we have a nice good morning fuck?" The man said.
Clementine didn't know what he meant but she didn't want to find out. The child froze as the man approached her.
He unzipped his pants and climbed onto the bed, hover over the girl.
She felt him force her legs apart. Clementine kept her eyes clenched shut, bracing herself for the pain.
She screamed when she felt him enter her. Tears fell from her eyes as he moved inside her.
She could feel blood wet her thighs.
These people didn't even know her name. They knew nothing about her, and yet they had seen, had touched, had been inside her most private place.
Clementine hadn't even realized something could go inside of her private zone. She had thought that was just where she peed from and when she was a grown up, if she got pregnant the baby would come out of there.
Clementine tried to move away.
"Don't fight me bitch." The man snapped.
"Let me go!" Clementine cried.
He quickly grabbed the girl by the throat and squeezed. She began to gasp and choke.
After several seconds, he let the girl go and she whimpered a bit.
"If you fight, and I will choke you. Do you understand me?" he snarled.
"Y-y-yes." Clementine gasped.
She endured the pain in her vagina for a while longer before he finally stopped, "peeing" inside her.
She felt him pull away before leaving her alone on the bed.
Christa's words echoed in her head as she lay in pain. "You can't trust anyone. You should know that by now."