A/N: Welcome to the rewritten version of TMWB, my first fan-fiction. There's a few special authors that I would like to recognize and thank before I continue:

-PeanutFangirl(It shouldn't be surprising): She writes the most amazing Fanfictions ever! She is the one that inspired me to write Fanfictions. She is also a role model to me! Check out her books. Right. Now.

-The Rose of Hedylogos: She is like a celebrity in my eyes. If you wanna read some great books, I suggest checking out her account! We became friends a little while ago, I honestly thought that we were going to hate each other. I was wrong! :)

-ClementineTWDG: Dude, this writer though...She honestly surprised me with her Fanfictions. I'm honestly just reading her books and I'm like, HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT!?

-PikaChika: She writes one of the most impressive OlderClemXLuke stories, ever. She deserves so many more reviews than she actually has! Check out her book: Long Road Ahead. You won't regret reading it!

-ColorsAndWords: Her book 'Little Nick' was so amazing. I'm so gonna draw little Nick, just for you! Love the book, can't wait for it to continue!

-Red Eyed Rabbit: last but certainly not least! Her stories are soo cute! I find myself having cuteness attacks whenever I read her books. So. Amazing. Check. Out. Her. Books.

Quick thank you's/ Shoutouts!

ClemmyclueIsMYnumberoneBOO!

Littlemissnerdgirl!

IzzyKins!

Cap'n Morgan222!

DaisyFan5534!

Wolves82228!

All great authors, check em' out! This story will be just a teeny bit different from the original, if you've read the original, DO NOT SPOIL.

Also, this is an OlderClemXLuke story, any hate reviews will be deleted. I have my settings on 'Moderate Reviews'. If your review is negative with no constructive criticism, I will gladly delete it.

Clementine is 18.

WARNING:

This book is rated T for: Gory violence throughout, moments of WTF, psychological horror, sexuality, swearing, alcohol and drug use.

Viewer discretion is advised.

The Monsters We've Become

Chapter One; The Beginning of the End

Enjoy!


'A dark void consumed her, sending her into a pit of unending insanity. Forced to suffer. Forced to kill. We'll all follow her soon, but some of our paths end. Stop dead in their tracks. Hers keeps growing.' - A

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win.' -Steven King.


The eighteen year-old was freezing, spending every moment of her time cursing at thin air. She rubbed her arms, trying to heat up a bit, but the worn fabric of her shirt did nothing beneficial.

Her fingers were an unpleasant purple and red color, it made the girl shiver even more on the inside. The air was crisp, biting at the girl's skin. The sky was draped in a black coat, no stars, and barely any moon.

The depressing frosty atmosphere didn't make anything better, not in the slightest. Where she was going, this was going to be a dream. It'll be worse up north, it was hard for her to even imagine.

The smoldering fire danced in front of her, illuminating her amber eyes. The fire would eventually die down and turn into nothing but ash. Everything seems to die in this world, the girl thought to herself.

The dead started walking about three years ago and the limits of human endurance were pushed. Some took the easy way out, while the rest stayed for a shot at survival. This included eighteen year-old Clementine.

The last of humanity was on the brink of extinction, but the ones with hope kept saying the same thing. Life will find a way...

Clementine tossed that bulls**t aside ever since the death of her 'guardian,' Lee. When Clementine was around him, she thought everything would turn out okay, but he died. And a part of her did as well.

He got bit saving her, and everyone knows what happens when you get bit - you 'turn.' A scorching fever sets in, and your bones feel like glass. Shattering and cracking whenever you move your suffering body.

And after about a few hours or even a day of that 'living hell,' you die. It kills you, but you come back. Reanimate as what most call a 'walker,' basically just a walking corpse with an impulse to feed - and what they feed on is the living.

Clementine couldn't let Lee turn. She wasn't going to let him turn into a walking corpse. So she shot him - right between the eyes, His blood was still stained on the front of her hat, permanently.

Whenever she thought about him, it felt like she was being shanked over and over again, her throat filling and clogging up with blood. Unable to breathe, hardly able to move.

The older woman sitting next to her let out a angry huff, she sat shoulder to shoulder with her on the small log. A few loose bangs from her tight bun fell in front of her face and she aggressively brushed them back behind her ears.

She then shoves her hands in her jacket pockets and glares at the teeny fire. "This fire is pathetic." She muttered, but just loud enough for Clementine to hear. Clementine wanted to retort with something, but couldn't come up with anything. Clem ran a hand over her scarred arm lightly.

Christa noticed, "If I catch you doing that again, you won't like the consequences." She stated.

"What're you gonna do? Ground me and take away my toys?" Clementine spat, sarcasm and sass lingered in her voice.

"You'll be eating off the mantlepiece, if you're lucky."

"Oh I'm scared."

Christa turns and glares at the teenager, her eyes darkened, and she snarled. Clem might've been a bit harsh, especially to a woman who lost her boyfriend and her child.

"You better watch what you're saying girl, or you're gonna regret it." She said then stomped over to the fire and tried to keep it from going out.

She grabbed a twig and moved the burnt logs around, Clementine came back down to Earth and stuttered an apology.

"S-sorry Christa, just lately I've been.." Clem left it at that, not wanting to continue. Christa mentally accepted the apology.

"This'll never work." She said after a short silence, this was the most Christa has ever talked in awhile. It was 'music' to Clem's ears.

"The wood's too wet to burn." She continued, Clementine budded in, "Keep trying."

"There's only so much I can do. You should be doing this, not me, you're almost nineteen, you gotta learn how to cook and stay warm or else..."

"You die." Clementine added, she's heard it a thousand times. Christa nodded sadly and hung her head low.

Christa wasn't the woman she used to be, thats for sure. She's changed, mentally and physically. When Omid was around, she was as 'happy' as could be. Actually taking a joke once and awhile.

Now, she never cracks a smile. Clementine doesn't either, but she doesn't take it as seriously as her. Christa has shrunk just a bit in size, the baby belly was long gone and her height shortened by a few inches.

Clem and her were about the same height now, Clementine was almost 5'8'. Pretty tall for a person like her.

Christa zipped up her orange sweater, letting out a shiver. "We need to get to Wellington, the journey is gonna be hard, but it'll be worth it in the end. I assure you."

"Christa, what if there's nothing out there? What if Wellington is just a story?"

"We best pray it's not."

Christa lets out a angry huff and said, "I'm gonna go look for some more wood," before leaving the small campsite. She walked straight into the shrubbery, and in seconds, she was gone.

Clementine sat there, alone in the middle of the woods, freezing. She just stared up at the sky. Pitch black. Dark and empty, it seemed like everything was the same...

Clementine then ran her fingertips over a scar on her cheek, she remembers how she got it, the memory still crystal clear in her head...It was the girl that killed Omid. When Clem didn't give up her hat, she lunged at her.

The girl had a knife and used it, cutting her cheek. She remembered how much it bled. It felt like it wouldn't stop, when Omid came in, he ran over to help get the girl off her. But it didn't work. He got shot in the process.

Clem killed the girl in absolute fury, stabbing her multiple times in the stomach. She remembered how much Christa cried, and she remembered how much blood was on her hands. How much blood is still on her hands.

"I'm by myself!" She heard Christa cry out from the trees. This can't be good, Clementine thought to herself, she wasn't going to let her friend get killed. Clementine sucked in as much air as she could and got up running.

A little ways away from the camp, Christa was being surrounded by bandits, three of them. All men. Clem's stomach dropped as she quickly observed the new arrivals. Their clothes tattered, their hair messy, their faces dirty and covered in scars.

"God damn it! Where's your group?" One of the men asked, annoyed. He had long greasy brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. He also had a spear covered in multi-colored rags clutched in his right hand.

Another man stepped forward, dark-skinned with a large scar on his left cheek, his brown eyes glowing in the shadow of his hood. He pulled a gun out of his jean's and aimed it at Christa. This made Clementine's blood boil.

"Cut the s**t lady!" He yells at her, "Where's your group!?" "Let's just get her back to camp, we can interrogate her there."

They walked closer to Christa, slowly approaching their prey. "Stay away from me!" Christa screamed, backing up. The whole conversation was making Clementine sick. Clem thought quickly and picked up a rock by her shoe.

She threw it at Ponytail, "What the f**k!?" He yelled, searching the area. They began running around in circles trying to find out where the rock came from. The diversion let Christa get away, Clementine then set off running, maneuvering through bushes and trees as she went.

The sounds of the angry bandits were right behind her, she quickened her pace. A pair of strong arms abruptly wrapped around her, violently. She fought back against the force.

"STAY STILL YOU LITTLE B***H!" Ponytail yelled in her ear, he placed a hand over her mouth to shut her up, but Clementine bit down on it as hard as she could. Blood squirted from his thumb, the metallic taste filled her mouth.

Her lips puckered from the sour aftertaste, it almost made her gag, but she kept bitting down. The man screamed in pain and let her go, Clem ripped off his right thumb. She could feel the raw meat in her mouth.

Veins from the thumb started to get stuck in-between her teeth, the nail made it's way to the font of her mouth and she spat it out like it was poison. The rest of the thumb managed to get down her throat, unwillingly.

She felt nauseous, but right now wasn't the time to barf up everything you've eaten. She continued running, a hand clutching her queasy stomach. Ponytail was still following her, he was clutching his bleeding nub tightly.

Pain and anger were present in his dark eyes, he began to catch up with her, she was at a disadvantage currently. Walkers then began to show up to the s**t show. Great, Clem thought to herself.

Ponytail then tackled her to the ground with a thud, "GET OFF ME!" Clementine screamed while tying to break free from the man's grip. The man continued to hold her down, walkers then started to emerge from the tree line.

The man was too busy holding Clementine down to notice the walker coming straight at him. The walker held onto his back and ripped out his neck, Clementine could feel the hot blood running down her back.

The man loosened his grip and Clementine wiggled out. The walker ripped open his neck even more, devouring arteries and heaps of blood. Blood clogged up Ponytail's throat, making him suffocate in his own fluids. The dark matter drenched his teeth, the smell lingering off the corpses was like a pesticide, it made Clementine flee.

Blood was pumping vigorously through her veins, Christa was probably long gone. Chased away by the other bandits, Clem was on her own now. The other bandits were out there, searching for them, just because one is dead doesn't mean she's 'clear'.

Clementine kept running, but after a few minutes, she stopped dead in her tracks. Just ahead of her was a clearing in the tree's, past that was a rocky cliff leading into a stream. The water was rapidly flowing, the current was strong, but Clementine didn't have anywhere else to go. The drop was a bit large, it could kill.

Clem took a deep breath and made a dash for it, flying through the cold air, it felt like she was in slow motion, but that didn't last for long. She hit the water as hard as she thought she would, hard as concrete. Hard as death.


She let out a irritated groan. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and she was blinded by sunlight. She willed her eyes to adjust as she squinted toward the light. At first everything was a giant blur, but the longer she stared, the more realistic her surroundings got.

She laid on the shore of a stream, her legs drenched in the cold water. The trees and shrubs around her were a different breed then the ones where the bandits attacked. She was alone, out in the middle of nowhere, lost. She pulled herself off the ground and got into a wobbly standing position.

She held her arms out for a second for balance. "Dammit," She muttered, but then started kicking at the rocks in the sand, "F**k!" She had a temper, that much was true.

A small path from the stream led into the trees, Clementine took a deep, relaxing, breath and followed it. It might lead to somewhere, Clementine thought to herself.


Hunger.

It's like an animal trapped inside of you. Clem didn't get the chance to eat when the bandits attacked. It's been around two full days since she was able to eat. She grabbed at her stomach constantly, it was like she was trying to calm the gnawing beast inside.

Each step felt like she was burning a thousand calories and then 'Sam' started barking at somewhere off in the trees. Sam was a dog that Clem found a little ways down the path, he looked similar to a golden retriever, but Clem had no clue.

She didn't really care, he just followed her. His footsteps beside her annoyed her a bit, but it was something she could live with. She didn't want another mouth to feed, but this dog didn't look like he was going to just walk away.

His small blue tag reflected against the rays of the sun that managed to make their way through the dense trees. He looked like he was starving even more than Clem, his ribs and other bones were easy to see through his thin and tight skin.

He continued to bark at something off in the trees, it was starting to get on Clem's nerves. "Okay! I'll check it out! Just shut up!" She snarls at him, the dog whimpers and Clem wears a smile of satisfaction.

She painfully walked toward the area. A small run down camp was there, empty soup cans littered the ground throughout the camp. The tents were ripped to shreds and the smell of rot floated in the air. Clem's nose scrunched up in disgust.

Her eyes widened as she spots an unopened can sitting by a large bin. She walks over and picks it up, but as soon as the can is in her hand, a walker lunges at her from the other side of the bin.

It pins her to the ground, she pushes her sore muscles to the limit. "GET OFF!" She screams, the walker finally looses it's grip on the teenager. She takes this advantage and stands up quickly. She stomps on it's head, over and over again. Bits of the brain stick to her shoe and the skull caved in on itself.

It looked like she dipped half of her leg in red paint. She took her foot out of what was left of it's head and glared at the body, "F**k you." She says and then spits on the corpse.

She takes a seat on a nearby log and roughly ripped open the top of the can and dug in. Beans. Clem was never a big fan of beans, but it was better than starving to death.

They had a salty aftertaste and made Clem pucker a bit, but she kept eating. Sam then slowly walked over and took a seat in front of the teenager. He starts whimpering and whining. He wants her food.

"Shut. The. F**k. Up." She says with her teeth grinding together. She was loosing her temper with this dog. She didn't care if he didn't like the way she survived out here.

The whimpers suddenly turned into growls and Sam lunged at the teenager, knocking her to the ground. His teeth sank into her arm. Pain flowed in her blood, but she wouldn't scream.

She threw punches and kicks at the dog, but the more she hit him, his anger intensified. She sent one hard kick his way and he went flying behind the log.

Clem stood up and wore the same satisfied smile on her face, "Come at me again, I dare you." She muttered angrily. She walked around the log and to her surprise, Sam was impaled on some sharp spikes.

Blood drooled from his mouth and it pooled around his suffering body. She could of just put him out of his misery, let him go to better place.

But she left him to rot.


She couldn't go on for any longer. Her eyelids got heavy and her vision blurred. She was loosing too much blood. Sam got her good, a large bite on her arm bled to what seemed like no end.

Darkness was creeping into her vision slowly, her legs were getting heavy as well, and the pain in her arm wasn't dying down. It was only growing.

Suddenly, she lost her balance and fell to the floor with a thud. She hasn't been this vulnerable in years. She never wanted anyone to see her as weak. She would cringe at the thought of it.

She couldn't move, her eyes slowly closing, she couldn't control it. It seemed like she was paralyzed, the last thing she felt before her eyes shut were strong arms picking her up and carrying her off into the unknown.

Ringing was constant in her ears. It felt as if she had ben put in some type of ancient torture device, nails slowly driving into her skull from all directions.

She could hear things, words, she concentrated and tried to listen in.

"She's bit man! Why did we even bring her with us!?" The voice was closer, a man, he was carrying her.

"I'm not gonna leave a defenseless girl out here to die! And how do we even know if it's a lurker or not?" This voice was a little further away, a older man.

Clem couldn't speak up or say anything, her mouth refused to budge. For now, it seemed like she was trapped in her own body. She felt the mans grip on her tighten.

"This is a mistake, do you have any idea how much s**t Rebecca will give us for this?" The man holding Clementine spoke again.

"Rebecca ain't going to change my mind, I'm not afraid of a pregnant woman, Luke." The older man retorted.

"Nick ain't gonna like this either, not after what happened-" "You don't have to remind me of that boy!" The older man snaps at him, cutting 'Luke' off.

"S-sorry sir."

Clementine wanted to run away from these crazy people, she never liked strangers. These people might kill her, and there she was. Defenseless and weak.

The pain in her arm didn't help anything, it felt as if her skin was being burned off and a thousand bees were stinging it over and over again.

After a few minutes of silence, the older man spoke up.

"Is she awake?"

Luke nudged her, "Hey, you awake?" He whispered. His voice barely audible in Clem's ears. Then, as if it was a cure to a poison, Clementine felt again. Her fingers twitched and her eyes slowly fluttered open, she looked up to see a young man staring right into her eyes.

To Clementine, he was gorgeous. The brunette had some stubble on his chin and above his upper lip. He had chocolate colored eyes and defined cheek bones. This must be Luke.

She had gained more energy and even though the man was incredibly handsome, looks can be deceiving. She didn't trust him, yet.

"I can walk." She mutters, Luke nods and sets her on the ground, she wobbled a bit but was able to regain her balance. The other man stood next to Luke, he looked like a white version of Lee, just a bit shorter.

"I don't suppose you two could help me..It's a dog bite, if you're wondering." She states, she didn't want a conversation with them about how she's 'bitten' or 'not bitten'. You get bit by a walker, and you might as well, sign your death certificate.

"May I see the bite?" The older man asks, holding out a hand. Clementine was hesitant, her arm was covered in scars that haven't healed. And if there was any funny business, they would surely regret it.

Clem slowly rolled up her sleeve and showed the man, he examined it. While that was happening, Luke stepped forward.

"What's your name?"

"I would feel more comfortable if you told me your names first."

"Well, uh, I'm Luke. If you haven't noticed, and the one looking at your arm is Pete. Now, can you tell us your name?" He asked, kindly.

"Clementine."

Luke's eyes widened in surprise, Clem noticed, "What?" She asked. He nervously scratched the back of his head and almost whispered, "It doesn't seem to fit a person like you."

Before Clem could retort, Pete spoke up.

"It more than hell looks like a dog bite, a human jaw couldn't do anything like that."

Clem sighed in relief, "Okay, so now what?" She asked, impatiently. He let go of her arm.

"We get back to the cabin and fix up your arm." Luke states, Pete nods. Clementine slowly rolled her sleeve back down, but Luke saw the bite and scars underneath, his face took a sorrowful expression.

Clem ignored it and turned away from him. Pete led the way, Luke and Clem followed. The entire way to the cabin, Luke didn't take his eyes off her for a second. Clementine had the urge to just ask him why he was looking at her, but right now she didn't want the answer.

About fifty feet away stood a log cabin. Before the apocalypse it might have been a place where people stayed to fish. To Clementine, it looked pretty cozy, and probably big enough to fit about five to ten people.

The trio walked up to the front door and Pete knocked. The door unlocked and opened. A teenage girl stood there, short black hair, red glasses, a grey coat and black pants. She looks like mini ugly Betty, Clementine thought to herself, cruelly.

"Sarah, get your father." Pete says to the girl. She quickly backed up and walked out of sight. The trio walked in and Clementine looked around to get a feel for the place, wood panels, carvings and pictures covered the walls.

Dated living room furniture, and the overall cozy feel. They walked through another door at the end of the entryway, the room was a dated 70's kitchen. Luke led Clem over to a seat by the counter. He took the seat next to her.

Pete quickly left the room and left Clem and Luke alone. A silence hung over the two, they didn't know what to say. Clem didn't face him, and tried to pretend he wasn't there. Yes, he was good to look at, but every time she did look at him, there was a heated bubbly feeling in her chest.

Maybe I like him-CLEM! No, you can't, Clementine thought to herself, she could feel Luke's eyes staring right into her soul.

But then he spoke.

"Look, I'm sorry that this is happening to ya'. We're gonna fix up your arm."

"And then I can leave?"

"If you want to.." Luke says, he seemed disappointed and a bit upset at her words. Clem didn't say anything back.

The kitchen door opened and out came a man. Spanish, most likely. His black and grey hair was slicked behind his ears. He walked over to Clem with a first aid kit in his hand.

Clementine rolled up her sleeve, again, and placed her arm in the mans hand. "This might hurt." The 'doctor' says. Luke nudged her on the shoulder, "You can hold my hand, if-if you want to."

Clem wanted to say no, but almost without permission, she clutched his hand with her free one. She still didn't face him, her face was probably bright red.

The 'doctor' pulled out a small, grey, bottle of peroxide from the kit. Clementine stiffened. She remembered how much that hurt, how the wound bubbled up and burned.

He held it over her wound. He slowly poured a small portion of it on the bite, Clem didn't move an inch. Showing pain is showing weakness, Clementine thought to herself as she saw the wound bubble up.

The doctor then grabbed a small needle and some thread from the kit, he threaded the needle and quickly rammed it into a part of the wound's ends. Clementine barely even flinched, the doctor raised his eyebrows at her, he's never seen anyone this tough.

But he continued the process. Finally, he cut the thread and tied it. "Luke, I need to check on Sarah, you bandage the wound." The doctor tossed Luke the bandages and left the room with the kit.

Clementine was practically forced to turn around, he let go of her hand and started bandaging the wound. "Now, that was impressive, how the hell were you not screaming at the top of your lungs when the needle pierced your skin?" He asks, jokingly.

"I've done it before.." She says, using her free hand to point to the scar on her cheek. Luke's expression softened and he turned his attention back down to her arm.

She knew what he was going to ask now...

"You've been cutting yourself?" He asks sadly. The only person that really knew about it was Christa, now, almost everyone in this group does. Currently, she felt surprisingly comfortable around him. Even though it felt like his eyes were looking straight into her soul.

She wasn't up for telling him much about it, she hopes he'll understand. "I don't really like to talk about it.."

"Sorry, I just, you're..Nevermind."

"I'm what?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

He was being a bit suspicious. Did I do something wrong? He thinks I'm weird. Thats probably it. He maybe saw all the blood on my shoe and felt nothing but absolute fear towards me. Not that I have a problem with that. Clementine thought to herself.

A silence loomed over the two after that, but then they continued talking about the most random things, she didn't know why she could talk to him, maybe for the same reason he could talk to her. The first thing they knew, he was telling me about his horse, Matias.

He told her that he missed him and that he was the most amazing horse in the universe.

"If I ever find him again, I could let you ride him. But you have to do it like a real cowboy, none of that sidesaddle stuff." He says, smiling like a manic.

"You mean one leg on each side?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah."

"Can you show me?" She asked again, for the first time in what felt like years, she smiled.

"Sure, If you'd like."

Clementine then couldn't control herself, she was having fun talking to him.

"Teach me to ride like a man." She says smiling just as much as him.

He then began to fake a western accent, "Chew tobacco like a man."

She let out a laugh and followed along with the same accent, "And fight like a man."

(A/N: Used a scene from Titanic, I was watching it while writing most of this chapter. Couldn't help it!)

"I haven't seen you fight, but I've got a feeling you already do." He says returning back to his original southern accent.

"You tryin' to say I'm tough?" She asked, smirking at him. She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

"Do I even need to say?"

"She could be working with Carver!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door. A woman.

Luke finished bandaging her arm minutes ago, but he didn't let go. Clem didn't seem to mind anyways.

"Relax, Rebecca." This time it was Pete. Clementine was confused, Who's Carver? She thought to herself.

"Luke, who's Carver?" Clementine asked, practically whispering.

"A bad guy, Clem. We're on the run from him, Rebecca probably thinks you have something to do with him." He answers, whispering also.

The yelling calms and the sounds of footsteps were all that remained until they went silent as well. Luke got off his seat and headed over to the kitchen cabinets.

Clem just watched him from her seat, he pulled out a granola bar and tossed it to her. "Figured you might be hungry."

"T-thanks." She stutters, unwrapping the bar. Luke just stares at her, again.

"What're you looking at?" She asked, his hand almost jolted to the back of his head, which he scratched nervously.

He turns his attention away from her and tries to brush the question off like it was never asked.

"You can spend the night here, rest up, have a good nights sleep. If you want, you could stay.." He trails off.

"I'm sorry, but my friend is out there, Christa. I need to find her, but yeah. I'll stay the night. It won't do me any good to go out there wounded."

He looks down sadly, but after a moment, he returns to his regular smile. She had already finished the bar and she raised an eyebrow at him.

(A/N: Kinda stole this next scene from NikitaMaynard on Wattpad. I loved it too much!)

"You can sleep in my bed and tonight I'll sleep on the couch." He says nicely. Clem felt a bit guilty. He brought her here, had the doctor in his group stitch up her arm, he then bandaged it, he gave her food and now he's offering her his bed.

"Nah, I'll sleep on the couch." She says. She stuffed the wrapper into her pocket and hopped off her seat.

"I give you the option of a big, comfy, warm bed and you're saying no?"

"I'm totally fine with sleeping on the couch." She says once again.

"Be prepared to share because that's where I'm f**king sleeping." He says with a cheeky smirk.

"Alright." She replied smartly. His cheeks went bright red, Clem let out a small giggle. "Just sleep in the bed." He says.

She evilly smiles and makes it out the kitchen door to get a spot on the couch. She's laughing like a manic.

"Oh no you don't!" Luke catches up with her, and grabbed Clem. Putting her over his shoulder, she could whoop his a**, but Clem was having fun. No bloody noses this time.

She playfully hit his back over and over again as Luke walked up the creaking cabin stairs to his bedroom, he spotted Nick in the hallway holding a pillow.

Nick raised an eyebrow at them, but Luke ignored it. He tossed her on the bed and quickly shut the door, just incase she was going to put up more of a fight.

Clem let out a sigh of defeat and curled up in the bed, she grabbed one of the pillows and laid her head on it. She took in the scent, pinewood, chocolate and smoke. Her eyelids began to grow heavy and she drifted off.

Luke backed away from the door and walked down the steps to the couch with a huge smile on his face. "Aw come on!"

Nick had made it to the couch before him, he already started snoring. Luke groaned and laid down on the floor. He used his hands as a pillow and tried to adjust in a comfortable position.

And impossibly, he slept.


*Clementine's Dream*

She's standing in front of a mirror, artificial lights lit up the room. Her face showed no emotion, and her hands were were covered in fresh blood. But she continued to stare into the mirror, at her reflection.

Suddenly, the reflection moved, but the real Clem standing in front of the mirror didn't. It was like she was staring into a portal.

The lights on the other side of the mirror began to flicker and spark, but when they came fully on, she wasn't staring at herself anymore.

There, on the other side, stood a teenage girl. Blonde. Hair tangled and sticking together with dried blood. Her face was covered in layers of more blood and ash.

To Clementine, her eyes were familiar, she knows this girl, but at the same time, she didn't. She crossed her arms over her, bloody, pink dress and smiled psychotically.

On the other side of the mirror, bodies then appeared. Hanging from the ceiling around the girl. The people were hanging from the ceiling by their ankles. The people hanging were: Kenny, Lee, and Christa. Their eyes were gauged out, and even more blood covered their bodies.

Clementine still showed no emotion. The girl's eyes then turned into a glowing, crystal, blue color. She whispered, "It's only a matter of time."


Clementine's eyes snapped open and she lunged forward, knocking all the sheets and blankets off her. Her breathing was irregular and sweat seeped out of every pore on her face. There was no way she was going back to sleep now.

Then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something out of the window. She curiously hobbled over and peeked her head out, the cool breeze hit the beads of sweat on her face, it made her shiver.

In the distance were lights, flashlights. She was able to hear some faint shouting in her sonar-like ears.

People emerged from the trees, coming straight for the cabin.


A/N: I actually don't know if I'll stay on this site. I might move to just Wattpad. This site can be a very unfriendly place. Wattpad is a friendly site, I have seen absolutely NO HATE on any story that I've read.

And if this version is not any better than the original, I'lljustdieinaholeforbeingtheworstwriteronthissiteandforspendingallmytimewritingthiss**tybook. Yep, I have absolutely no self confidence for my writing.

I might be accepting ideas for other OC's, but I'll leave it at ONE OC.

Also, I might not update as often and these chapters will be a lot longer than the original's. They can range from 3,000 to 7,000 words. And if people like this remastered story, there will probably be around 50-60 chapters..GAWD DAYUM.

Also, I have a place in the squad!

'Why so serious?'

~JOKER OUT!