This idea has been bugging me forever, and I wanted to get it off my chest. I kinda winged it, so sorry if it's crap. Please review. Supposed to be a one shot, but if you want me to continue, then okay. But you gotta tell me.

luv ya guyz! Plz enjoy!

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Clementine cocked the gun at ready. Her hands shaking as she breathed in. The two men hadn't noticed her yet, and she was trying to get the element of surprise.

They were messing around in the front drivers side of the truck, and Clementne wasn't about to let them get away with it.

she slowly inched her ways closer and closer, sliding her two feet along the frozen snow. Leaving long, deep grooves in the frost. Trying not to make a sound.

Then, one of the men turned around towards her. And to her shock, she saw the rough face of Mike.

"Mike? What are you doing?" She demanded, aiming the gun at him. The man beside him turned around in alarm, and Clementne realized it was Arvo. They were sticking bags into the front, and she realized they were the bags of supplies.

"Clem! Shit..." Mike cursed, shaking his head.

Clementine heard footsteps, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bonnie come around the corner of the house carrying the last bag.

"Here, I got the last of the- uh..." She said, noticing Clementine. She came to a slow halt. Unsure what to make of the current situation.

Mike put his hands up.

"listen, Clem, we just have to get away from that guy, okay?" Mike tried to explain.

Clementine kept her eye on Bonnie and Arvo. Arvo, whom had pulled a shotgun out and was now glaring at her, inching his way towards her proximity, a threatening expression plastered on his thin face.

"who, Kenny?" Clementine asked, glancing back towards the house.

"uh... Dammit, Clem. We... We don't have time for this." Mike complained, hands still in the air.

Clementine looked back towards Bonnie, and counted all the bags that they were loading.

"That's everything we have." She whispered, loud enough for them to hear.

Mike hesitated, looking towards Bonnie and Arvo. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, and dropped two of the bags.

"Okay, Clem." He said.

He then steadily started slowly making his way over towards Clementine. Her hand shook, trying to maintain a steady composure. She didn't want to have to...

"I-I'll shoot!" She threatened, raising the gun higher.

Mike ignored this, continuing to make his way towards her.

"I'm going to come up to you nice and slow, and you're going to give me the gun, okay?"

Clementine shook her head slightly.

"K-Kenny! Jane! Help! They're robbing us!"

Mikes expression went from calm to horrified, and he glanced at Arvo.

BAM!

"Eengh!"

Clementine felt an excruciating pain in her left shoulder. Her hand flew up to her shoulder on instinct. Blood spurted momentarily as the bullet went clean through.

"No!" Mike yelled in disbelief.

Clementine stared at him lazily, all sight blocked by her pain, before collapsing backwards.

Mike turned to look at Arvo again.

Arvo, wielding the steaming gun, began to back up before hightailing it out of there.

Mike raced over and dropped to his knees next to a still barely conscious Clementine.

"oh my god..." He uttered, not even offering a hand to help.

Bonnie glanced around frantically before running to Mike's side. Grabbing his arm.

"c'mon, Mike! We have to go!"

Clementine whimpered, clutching her shoulder.

Bonnie looked down at the injured eleven year old for a split second, no signs of sympathy or empathy in her gaze.

"... Just leave her." She finished.

Clementine gasped for air, staring blindly into the sky.

She heard the door open somewhere behind her, but... She was...

"Oh my god, Clem..." Kenny said. Mike and Bonnie raced off.

"What the FUCK did you do?!" Kenny demanded, but Clementine was fading into sleepiness... The pain...

"Clem!" Kenny called.

...what...? Was someone... Talking..?

"What did you DO?!" Kenny aimed at someone else.

She was going... Her eyes rolled lazily back as her hand stayed on her shouldler, feebly holding back the blood flow.

"Clem!"

"CLEM!"

she drifted out of conciouseness.

...

...

...

"Eergh...Kenny..?"

Clementine painfully opened her eyes, just to look directly into a bright light.

A streetlight?

"Ow!" She complained, bringing her hand up to shield her vision from the glare. Only then did she get a good look.

She was propped against a dumpster in a alley, graffiti coated the walls on both sides. Covering any evidence that the building was actually made of brick. She didn't recognize any of it.

Where was she?

The cold, stone pavement below her was littered with trash. Beer cans and empty Gatorade bottles mixed with rags and shoes, basically anything you could possibly throw away. Broken glass was evident.

"What?" She whispered, trying to stand. Her shoulder ached, and she realized the gunshot wound was still there, only the bleeding had stopped.

Once she regained her balance, she painfully made her way towards the other end of the alley. Using the wall as a brace. Barley, she heard a faint noise in the distance, but she wasn't thinking straight. She assumed she was hearing things, and that she was dreaming.

but the pain was so... Real.

she finally reached the end of the alley, and she looked around the corner. Then she saw it.

Hundreds of people. Walking up and down the street.

Thinking they were walkers, she gasped and ducked back behind the wall.

"Oh my god, oh my god, you're okay... You're okay..." She breathed, a hand on her chest in an attempt to calm herself. She had the chills, despite her blue winter ski jacket.

She slowly peaked around the corner agin, straining her neck hurt her shoulder, but she had to make sure.

oh, crap.

One of them saw her! They were coming!

Clementine searched for a weapon, and she immediatly lunged for a shard of glass. Gripping it tightly as she turned back around a prepared for the walker. Her other hand supported her injured left shoudler.

"Kid? Hey, kid. I saw ya' run, whatcha doing back here alone? Do you need-holy shit! I-Is that a bullet hole?!"

Clementine barely stopped in midair, almost stabbing the man, completely astonished to realize he wasn't a walker, and that this man wasn't attracting any more walkers.

"How did you walk through that herd?!" She stuttered, dropping the shard of glass. "You don't have the the walker guts on you!"

The man looked confused, looking behind him. The expression he gave her when he turned back was showing that he believed that she had lost her marbles.

Maybe she did, she doesn't know anymore.

"look kid, I don't know what happened, but you need to see someone. You're bleeding like, REALLY bad. I dont know if you're abused or what, but did someone put a drug in you? I can help you. You just gotta- hey! Where ya goin?!"

Clementine couldn't handle it. She bolted past the man and out on the streets. Barely able to see underneath her hat. She skidded to a stop right next to a group of teenagers.

One of them noticed her, and had a look of recognition on his face.

"Wow, are you Clementine? Like from The Walking Dead video game?" He asked. His cronies turned to look at her.

"What the fuck, dude? Clem's just a goddamn video game character. It's probably a costume." One of them said.

They all turned to look at her, waiting an answer.

"uh... Uh... She stammered, backing away.

What was going on? Where were the walkers? Why was everyone so... normal?

She turned, only to run smack into an older man. Making him drop his suitcase.

"Hey! Where the hell is your manners?!" The guy demanded.

Clementine shook her head in confusion.

The man kept his stern expression. Pointing to his bag.

"well? Aren't you going to pick it Up?" He snapped.

"N...no..." She uttered, and she brushed past him, still squeezing her shoulder.

People stared at her as she ran by, for some reason either recognizing her, or noticing her wound. But she wasn't stopping for any of them.

She saw someone come out of a nearby building, and she raced towards it. Slipping into the doors before they shut.

she backed up, panting and gasping and staring out the glass doors into the people-filled streets. Some people stared back, confused or excited.

After a moment of regaining her composure and her breathe, she turned around to see where she was.

The first thing she saw was dozens of eyes staring back at her.

The silence was long and awkward.

She glanced up.

A giant sign above her head read 'Telltale'

She adverted Her eyes back towards the people.

The peoples gazes were constantly switching between her hat, her face, and her coat. Like they couldn't process what they were seeing.

She couldn't either.

But she was done running.

A man, accompanied by a large, black man with grey dreadlocks and a short, blonde woman, stepped forward.

"...Clementine? As in... from the game?" The man asked in a southern accent. He had brown hair slicked to the side, and a goatee-like beard thing.

"W-where am I?! Who are you?" Clementine demanded. Fear in her eyes. She didn't understand.

"Gavin..." The blonde woman started, completly and utterly speechless.

the man named Gavin stepped forward.

"Um... I'm Gavin." He said awkwardly, extending a hand. Opens of pairs of eyes followed his hand as it came inches form Clementines face.

"... Also known as Kenny."