Disclainmer: I do not own Walking Dead or any of the characters in it. If I did, Lee would still be alive. :P

A/N: Beware! Rated M for a reason! Dark and depressing thoughts and scenes ahead! You have been warned. Inspired by Growing Pains by LilacsBloom. If you haven't read it, go check it out.

Now you're gone,

I realised my love for you was strong.

And I miss you here now you're gone.

I keep waiting here by the phone,

With your pictures hanging on the wall.

-Now You're Gone - Basshunter

It was over. Everyone was gone. Her parents, Lee, Christa and Omid, Kenny... even Luke.

Luke. Carver, he had shot him right in the head, no hesitation. Kenny had taken that bullet for Clementine. Nick got bit – and Clem was forced to kill him. Her leg throbbed in agony from the bullet. Clementine was lucky that Bonnie was a terrible shot, or she'd lying dead outside of the community.

The wound was infected; there was no doubt about it. It was only a matter of time, now.

Clem remembered what had happened to Alvin. Carver had tortured him and let him bleed to death.

Everything had gone to hell. If you were to have seen the young girl before the apocalypse, you wouldn't have recognised her.

Then there was the low moan of the creatures she knew all too well.

Clementine panicked. She had no weapons to defend herself with; and she could barely walk with her injured leg.

If she was going to die, anyway; should she make her inevitable end a little sooner?

In fact, why did anyone bother? Everyone she came into contact with died or turned. Was she cursed? She didn't wish this on anyone.

Not the two of the groups. In a way, not even the community. Although, Carver could turn and she wouldn't care. Because he had killed Luke.

Out of everyone, Clementine had trusted Luke the most. He stood up for her when everyone had thought that she was bitten; he gave her food to eat and a place to stay; they had saved each other's lives on the bridge... and he had come to save her before telling her everything would be okay.

And then he died.

*~INA~*

"Clementine!" Luke yelled when he found her, "Did they hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah...but- Carlos and Sarah!" Luke hugged her while the small girl sobbed into his shoulder.

"It's alright, everything's gonna be okay, now."

Merely seconds later, there was a gunshot, leaving Clementine covered in blood. She screamed, seeing the bullet-sized hole in the back of Luke's head.

*~INA~*

Clementine tripped, falling onto her wounded leg. She bit back a scream and instead let out a small whimper, unable to get back up.

She didn't feel the first bite; the pain of her leg was too much. The second, on her ankle, brought a searing pain up her leg. She kicked, wildly, desperate to get rid of the walkers.

The third bite was on her arm. There was nothing she could do now. Unless she could magically conjure up something to saw off her arm and leg. But, without help, it would do more harm than good.

Gunshots.

"There's a little girl!" A voice called.

"She okay?"

Clem could sense someone beside her, but she didn't react. It could be someone from the community.

"Can you hear me, kid?"

Everything hurt. She didn't want to reply, but they were the only chance she had. Clementine managed a small nod in reply.

"She'd alive"

"But is she bit?"

Hushed voices. Clem tried to hear them without straining herself too much.

"I'm so sorry, kid." A voice told her before the gunshot rang out and everything went black.

-End