So, here's my new story, considering I had to delete the previous one because it was a songfic... What? No! I'm not mad at all... -_- Anyway, I started this story awhile ago, and just finished it. Like I said in the last story, may it rest in peace, I finish the entire story before I post it, so their's always going to be updates every day, unless something comes up where I can't.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead

Finally, they'd made it. There wasn't a walker in sight, just miles and miles of wide open country. A few birds flew over head as they walked slowly and tiredly through the tall grass. A young girl trudged silently in between her two caretakers, one hand in each of their own. No one had said a word since they'd escaped the zombie-infested city.

"How're ya doing, Sweet-Pea?" Lee asked.

"I-I'm okay," she replied, but it was anything but the truth. Although she hadn't witnessed Ben and Kenny's death, she could just imagine horrific it had been... She had yet to ask Lee exactly what had happened. Then again... She wasn't sure she wanted to know. And seeing her parents as... as... It was just too much for one little girl to handle. The older woman on the other side of the child had seen the prevarication in her golden-brown eyes as she tried her best to smile for her other guardian. She had been with them when Clementine had come face-to-face with her undead family. She felt sorry for her, but felt even worse at the fact that the innocent 9-year-old girl had seen more tragedy and death than her in her 33 years.

"I'm so sorry, Honey," Carley said, softly squeezing her tiny hand as an attempt to comfort her. She nodded in response, and squeezed back.

Up ahead, there was an old, broken down car and a log that would be great for resting. They all needed a rest, especially Clementine. As they approached the log, Lee decided to let his two girls sit down while he searched the vehicle for any useful necessities.

He pulled open the drivers' side first, finding nothing, he moved to the passengers. He started under the seat, then opened the glove department but pulled back in surprise as various items tumbled out. To his amazement, the small storage unit was filled with supplies.

"Shit..." He said, excitedly. The amount of abandoned food and medicine would last them at least a couple weeks . It wasn't long, but it was something. Turning to the back seat, he discovered a couple blankets and some pillows made up into a bed as if someone had been using the old vehicle for shelter. Lee didn't even want to guess what had happened to the occupant. The doors squeaked as he shut them, alerting the other two survivors.

"You'll never guess what I found!" Lee said, speaking to Carley.

"You'll never guess what I found," she said, mimicking his excitement. She then held out her hand, revealing several bullets for her pistol. "What's in the car?"

"That's what I wanted to show you!" Lee led them to his discovery.

"Wow! Finally something good happens to us!" Lee frowned at Carley's remark, remembering what happened the last time they'd found a seemingly abandoned car full of supplies.

"Are you hungry, Clementine?" He asked. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head no. She was hungry, starving, even, but honestly didn't think that she could hold it down. Carley handed her a granola bar, anyway, hopping the girl would change her mind. She needed all the energy she could get.

They sat back down on the log to eat, watching as the sun started to cast shadows over the darkening earth as it began to set. The sky twisted with mixtures of yellows, oranges, and reds. It was so peaceful and quiet... It was the silence that gave Lee a queasy feeling. Were they the only beings left on Earth? The only living beings on Earth? It was hard to think about. There could be people in the same position as they were right now, right? Believing that they are the last ones standing, the last survivors, but in reality, there were three others who were alive and appearing to be safe. For the moment, anyway.

Lee was brought out of his train of thought when he felt a warm, soft hand move gently onto his. He must have had a look of distress on his face, because when he looked into Carley's caring, light brown eyes, he saw concern and understanding. He wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close to him. She accepted his affectionate gesture and rested her head on his shoulder.

Next to them, they heard a quiet yawn.

"I think it's time we all get some sleep," Carley whispered. "She's had a long day..." Lee nodded and gently scooped up the half-sleeping Clementine and carried her to the car. He carefully laid her down in the backseat and considering the windchill, tucked her in with two of the four blankets that were left behind.

Carley and Lee both got their own blankets and seats in the front. They laid there quietly for a while, listening as the crickets played their rhythmic lullabies. The sound was soothing and quiet behind the closed doors of the old, rusted machine.

As calming as it was, the two couldn't sleep; they were both thinking of the same thing. What were they going to do now? They had no group left, nowhere to go, and only a weeks worth of supplies. Although they tried to remain optimistic around Clementine, the truth was written clearly in stone: they had nothing left. Only eachother and the little provisions that were left on Earth, but that thought rang in Lee's ears. What happened when all the food and medicine made was used up? When their was absolutely none in existent? What would they do then? Would they have to live off the land? Grow their own food? Maybe, but how? Their were no flower shops where they sold seeds. The only ones close by were in Savanna, and he knew none of them wanted to go back there.

He clenched his fists in determination. They had to try. They couldn't give up. Not now, not ever. He had always wanted a family, and now, he practically had one. He was not about to loose them. He wouldn'tlet that happen. No. He couldn't.