HEY GUYS! IT'S BEEN AWHILE AND I'VE NEVER TRIED TO WRITE ANY OTHER FICTION BESIDES GILMORE GIRLS, BUT I WAS INSPIRED AND AM READY TO TRY SOMETHING NEW!
SO A FEW THINGS FIRST:
YES THIS IS A CLUKE FIC, I LOVE BOTH OF THE CHARACTERS AND I WISH CLEMENTINE WAS OLDER SO THEY COULD ACTUALLY BE A THING.
YES CLEM IS OLDER, BUT NOT 18. BEFORE PEOPLE START GIVING ME CRAP, I'M GOING TO START OFF BY SAYING THAT THE AGE OF CONSENT IN GEORGIA IS 16 AND IT'S THE FRICKIN' APOCALYPSE, I DON'T THINK ANYONE WOULD HONESTLY CARE AS LONG AS ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS BETWEEN THEM IS CONSENSUAL.
SO MY TIMELINE IS SLIGHTLY ALTERED: CLEM WAS 10 WHEN SHIT WENT DOWN AND LEE FOUND HER. AND I'M STRETCHING THE TIME JUMP FROM THREE MONTHS TO THREE YEARS. SO AT THE END OF THE FIRST SEASON SHE HAD JUST TURNED 14, NOT NINE. BESIDES THAT EVERYTHING'S THE SAME.
ENJOY!
"This'll never work."
I looked up at Christa, watching as she attempted to stoke the fire, and our dinner above it.
"Look at this, it's pathetic."
As she ranted at the meager excuse for a fire, I felt my teeth chatter, and started rubbing my arms faster. It was freezing and I had lost my jacket a few days before, it had gotten caught on a branch when Christa and I had been running from walkers and there hadn't been time to free it. I missed that jacket, Omid had given it to me after I was reunited with him and Christa outside of Savannah, after I had-"
"You should be doing this not me, tending a fire so you can cook and stay warm." I looked up at Christa as she stood and stalked to where her pack was. "It's something you have to do Clementine, otherwise…"
I looked back at the ground, my eyes stinging, she didn't need to bother completing her sentence, I knew what she meant.
"I'm gonna look for more wood," I watched as Christa stalked off, unsure of what to do. I figured trying to help the fire was the best option. I stood and walked to my pack, and started digging around for my lighter. I had had this backpack since I was ten years old, it was the same bag that I had taken from my home in Atlanta, god was that really that long ago? I searched through and my heart sank at the picture of Lee. He had ripped it when we first arrived in Macon, I don't know why exactly, I think it was because he didn't want anyone to know who he was. I didn't understand it at the time, hell I still don't. I searched and found the lighter and grabbed a log that was off to the side, it was wet, but hopefully it would burn.
As the log started burning, I heard a voice, but it wasn't Christa's. Standing quietly, I walked towards the voices and froze when I saw Christa surrounded by men. As one pulled out a gun, I looked around and found a small rock. Grabbing it I aimed for the man with and gun and ….
"OW FUCK"
"Christa run!"
Christa took off and I did in the opposite direction. I was running as fast as I could, but I knew that if I stopped, they would catch me.
Stopping in a clearing by a cliff, I looked for a place to hide, my eyes landing on a tree. I ran over and started to climb it but I was only a few feet off the ground when-"
"Get back here!" The man grabbed her, pulling her off of the tree. She kicked and punched, trying to get free.
"Quit squirming." His hand was in front of my face and without a second thought, I bit him, hard.
"Argh, you little bitch!" He dropped me and I started crawling away, Out of the corner of my eye I saw a walker coming towards us and I grabbed a tree, hoping the man would get git and I could escape. Luck was on my side for once, the man screamed as the walker bit into his neck and now was my chance. I jumped up and started running but walkers were surrounding me. I ran back to the edge of the cliff, and looked over wondering if I could make it. It was a chance I had to take, looking back at the man one last time, I stepped off the cliff.
Tumbling down the hillside, I landed in freezing cold water, I felt every nerve in my body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't breathe. I kicked my legs, trying with all my might to reach the surface. I felt my eyes grow heavy, but I couldn't pass out, I'll die, and there's no way I'm going out like this.
Kicking harder I reached the surface but only for a moment, the current pulled me back under and then everything went black.
The next thing I know, I'm coughing up water on a riverbank. I couldn't believe I had survived. My heart was pounding and my clothes were soaked, but at the moment, I was alive and that was what was important. But, I realized as I looked around, that I didn't know where I was, or where Christa was, or if she was even alive, and then I noticed the sun rising over the tips of the trees.
"What am I going to do?"
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