A/N: Hello! Welcome to hopefully the first of many chapters of Brutality! This was just an idea my friend (Izzykins) and I made up, I had some spare time and I used it to write this.

Note: Clem is 19 in this story!~

Hope you all enjoy!

Clementines P.O.V

"Come on Clem, you can do this." I muttered to myself as the herd was drawing near. I was already covered in blood and the rest of the group was covered as well, I turn to my side to see the shaking body of Sarah.

Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. I never really talked to her or showed much affection towards her, but I felt the urge to comfort her. I took a step closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she jumped a bit at the touch, but relaxed when she saw it was me.

"We're going to be fine, Sarah. You can make it through this, I know you can." I said then gave her a small reassuring smile. All of the sudden her fear looked like it disappeared, and instead was replaced by happiness.

A smile from ear to ear formed on her face, she moved closer to me and hugged my waist. "Thank you." I heard her muffled voice say in my shirt. She pulled away a second later and went over to join her father, who gave me a look saying thank you.

I nodded and looked back ahead at the herd that was getting closer. "Hey." I heard Luke say to the side of me, I turned and saw him holding out a hatchet for me. "You're going to need it." He added, I took it from his hand and looked back ahead at the herd.

"So, you've done this before?" He asked, I continued to look at the herd and answered, "Yes." "Any advice you can give me?" Luke asked with nervousness lingering in his voice. "Act like you're them, don't clump together, don't make any loud noises." I said then looking back at him.

He nodded and walked back over to where Nick was standing. We were all divided into groups, but there was one extra that didn't have a group, me. I was alone through this, it was better me than anyone else.

"What the fuck is this shit!?" I heard the angry, confused voice of Troy behind me. I couldn't risk him shooting at us or him blowing our cover. I ran at him, knocking him to the ground, his head smashed against the pavement.

He wasn't dead, just knocked out. I turned back around to see the group looking back at me shocked. The whole Carver incident hardened me, I could now kill without regret. I ignored the looks from everyone else and approached the herd with the hatchet tightly clutched in my hand.

I knew that when the walkers get over to where we were, Troy was going to get ripped apart. I didn't even have enough care for him to turn around and look at his knocked out body. So I keep charging forward into the herd.

It went from one walker passing me, to another and another, before I even realized it, I was in the herd. The snarling and groaning of the walkers to the sides of me didn't phase me at all.

The only thing I worried about was someone from my group not making it through here. The thought was trapped in my mind as I walked past more walkers. "AHHH!" I heard someone scream, I wasn't letting anyone I care about get ripped apart.

I moved in the direction of the scream to see Sarah with a walker on top of her. She was fighting it off the best she could, I quickly came over and yanked the corpse off of her, but the scream caused my cover to be blown.

The walker I yanked off was now holding on to me, trying to sink its teeth in my neck. I found the strength to push the walker off of me. I raised my hatchet and sent it right into the walkers skull. I felt more blood splatter onto my face, great, I'm more hidden now.

I turn back to see Sarah looking grateful and slightly scared, she was supposed to be in a group with her dad, they must've gotten separated. Sarah's eyes suddenly went wide with fear and worry.

"CLEM, BEHIND YOU!" Sarah screamed, before I could turn around I felt extreme pain in my right arm. I held my hatchet in my left hand and and nocked the walker next to me to the ground.

I stomped on the walkers head till it was nothing but a mash of blood and flesh. My arm hurt like hell, so I glanced down to see where the pain was coming from...There was a large rip in my jacket...and underneath the rip was...a bite.

BOOM! How was that? Well, I will be continuing this story if you guys want me to, so if you do, make sure to review and tell me! :)

~GHOST