WARNINGS: AU, a lot of OCS.
Title: Bleeding Out
Summary: What if Clementine dropped the hammer on Lee's head and got away? Would she end up in the safety of a group? Or would she end up alone? Watch our favorite little child go through struggles, romance, and a revenge ridden story…
WARNINGS: Clementine has a different personality, because she obviously doesn't have Lee with her. AU, Ocs. Clem is also a bit more mature than she was in Season One beginning.
Set in Season One.
Chapter One
Clementine stared outside, quivering as she tried not to cry out. Sweat poured down her forehead and from her armpits, and as a result the treehouse reeked, it smelled rancid and musty. The sharp scent made Clementine more worried, which increased the sweat from her forehead and made her palms moist. What if one of those things smelled her? Could they smell? Clementine didn't know. She didn't want to. The aroma continued to assault her nose, and she couldn't do anything about it.
The treehouse was pretty small, it had bright pink walls with pictures of unicorns on it. She had this treehouse since she was little, around six. In the room, a plastic teacup set sat on the dusty table, along with pink seats much smaller than what she required now. The room had no lighting besides the natural lighting that came from outside, through her small window.
It was eerily quiet besides the sound of the wind flowing through her window and into her mess of her curly, greasy, black hair that was covered by her white hat with a navy blue D on it. She gripped onto a walkie talkie, turning it on and hesitantly calling out for her family. No response. She turned it off as tears pricked her eyes, turning them a bit red.
That is when she heard shouting. She hid, no longer in front of her window. She has been hiding the entire week, fending off what little materials she had left. Now that she was out of food, she would have to leave, and soon. To think it has been only a week since this all started.
"What… fill…" The words echoed up to her, and she skittishly looked down at a much older man, staring at her spare plastic tea cup set. This man would have the chance to save her many times, giving up his life for her. Lee Everett was his name. Clementine hastily picked up her hammer, looked out the window, and without even thinking about it, dropped the hammer. Clementine looked away to avoid seeing what she done. She heard him screaming in pain, calling for help. He was bleeding out.
An hour passed, and she knew he was dead. Did she do the right thing? She didn't know. She didn't care. The tears started an hour ago and not stopped. She was going to be dehydrated if this continued.
"I'm worse than those… monsters! Mommy! Daddy! Come back!" She cried out, curling up into a ball, and tears still streaming down her face, fell asleep. She had nightmares of the man, him killing her, her parents killing him, and blood.
When Clementine awoke screaming, she knew she had to leave, and soon.