A/N hi yo thanks for clicking on my story! Kenny's my favorite character, just thought I'd put it out there

you probably noticed that my genre choice was rather odd. That's because I don't like choosing only two. How would YOU like it if you were only described in 2 words? This story is going to have a lot going on, so I just decided to go with genres that had nothing to do with it. (I'm a very weird person with very weird beliefs.)

Anyway, enjoy the first chapter! All will be written from Clem's POV.

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730 Days Before

This was the third time I broke down in tears since it happened. Not even three hours ago, did Kenny put a bullet through a dying Lee's head. It still felt like it was happening. I could still see Lee slouched against the wall in the jewelery store, his face sunken with the color washed out of him. It felt so surreal. It wasn't like how my parents died. When I saw their corpses roaming the streets, I wanted to shoot them so bad. It was hard leaving them like that – even harder than realizing the fact that they were dead – yet there was a part of me that expected to see them that way, no matter how hard I tried not to believe it. But Lee...I always thought he was invincible. Like there was nothing that could stop him. When he showed me the bite on his arm, nothing seemed real. It all happened so fast. I just got him back, only to have him taken from me again. And this time, it would be forever.

Kenny placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I wasn't sure what I'd do without him. He was going through just as much as I was – maybe even more. Not only did his best friend just die, but he also lost his wife and son a day before. Nevertheless, he stayed strong for me, and pretty soon I'd have to get my act together and do the same for him. We stay strong for eachother.

"It's okay to cry," he told me.

"Where did you say we're meeting Christa and Omid?" I asked as I wiped my eyes. I couldn't wait to see them. They were going to make me feel a whole lot better. I still felt really bad that Ben hadn't made it though. I liked Ben. He was my friend.

"The train is where we agreed on," he said. We came across a little log where he sat down, and I joined him. "We can have a rest, they're not going anywhere." Thank God. We've been walking for hours.

I smiled sadly, thinking about how we got here. We were still alive, but so many had simply disappeared in the past few days: Carley, Lilly, Katjaa, Duck, Ben, and now Lee. I couldn't help but feel guilty whenever his name traced my thoughts.

"Do you think-" I began to say. "Do you think I killed Lee?"

Kenny looked down at me with wide eyes. "No darling, it's not your fault at all. It was that sicko back at the Marsh House who got Lee killed." I couldn't tell if he was convinced that was the truth, or if he just wanted to make me feel better.

The Stranger didn't make me to go to the Marsh House, however, he did make me want to go. He was really nice to me when we talked on the radio, and I grew to trust the act he had going on. So when he told me that he knew where my parents were, I felt as if there was only one option. That was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I got so caught up in how bad walkers are, that I forgot the reason why my parents used to tell me to stay away from strangers. He was kind. He said he had what I wanted. It seemed too good to be true! But if I learned one thing, it's that when things seem too good to be true, they usually are.

The Stranger turned out to be a very bad man. Well, a bad man but at least he had a good motive. All he wanted was a family, yet he was willing to do terrible things to get what he wanted. Lee had killed him. Him and Kenny both fought him, but it was Lee who pulled the trigger. He was always the one to end bad things. Bad lives. Always the first one to protect me.

I sighed, and turned to Kenny. He was in a daze, staring off into the distance. I followed his gaze, but only to see a the sun setting behind a hill. There was nothing special about it. There was nobody there. Nothing going on. Just a boring old hill.

"We should go find Christa and Omid," I said. "I'm sure they don't wanna be waiting for too long."

"Yeah, you're right, Clem."

We got back onto our feet and began heading in the direction of the hill. Kenny was carrying the gun that we got back at the jewelery store. It was the gun he used to shoot Lee. We found it in the office tucked into a walker's belt, along with the pair of keys we needed to get out of the place. Lee told me that I should be the one to kill the walker. I think it was because he wanted to be reassured that I'd be okay without him, and that if anything happened to Kenny, I could take care of myself. Don't be afraid of him, honey. You're smart. He isn't. You're smarter than all of them. That's what he said, and that's what got me in there to kill the walker with a baseball bat Kenny had found. It wasn't the first one I killed. I had shot one back at Crawford to save Molly. It hadn't been hard or scary; I just did what I had to do to save my friend. Isn't that the reason we do anything these days? To save ourselves and eachother?

"So what happens next?" I asked Kenny. The original plan was that we get on our boat and then set sails, but that was before Vernon and his crew stole it, and before Lee...

"I really don't know, Clem, it's not like we can go back into the city and find another boat." He looked down. "It probably wouldn't have worked out anyway."

I frowned. I didn't like seeing him sad. He was so set on getting away on a boat yesterday, but I guess his hopes for that were gone now. "I think we should stay away from cities."

"I couldn't agree with you more on that," he said. "Ya know, I was never a big city boy myself. I always wanted to leave Fort Lauderdale, but Katjaa..." His eyes grew big the moment he said her name. Poor Kenny, it was probably way too soon to talk about his family. I could see why he loved them so much. Katjaa was one of the nicest ladies I've ever met. I met her the day after the outbreak, and she would compliment me and ask me questions about first grade. Duck on the other hand, was my only friend that was a kid. He often talked too much about things I didn't care about and got upset when I put bugs in his pillow, but I cared about him a lot. I didn't want him to die.

"I'm glad I have you, Kenny." I wanted him to know that despite all he's lost, he still had someone who was there for him.

"I'm glad I have you too, Clem." We were reaching the top of the hill. "The train should be nearby."

He was right about that. Only, once we made it to the top, I was shocked with horror. Out in the distance, I could see the train. It was completely overrun with walkers. A million questions raced through my head. Where's Christa and Omid? Are they okay? How do we find them? What are we going to do?

"Kenny..."

"Fucking hell." He threw his hands over his head. I cringed for a second. I should've been used to his cussing after all this time, but I guess I wasn't over it yet.

"We have to find them! Christa and Omid could still be out there! Kenny, we have to go look for them!" I demanded.

"Do you not see how many walkers there are? There's hundreds! Even if they were there, I doubt they'd be alive." That hurt to hear. I didn't want to lose anyone else today.

"Then we have to go back to Savannah! They might be looking for us," I insisted, hoping that he'd agree.

"Weren't you the one who just said we should stay away from cities?"

"Yes, but if they're back there, we can't-"

"Clem, I don't think they're back there. Christa and Omid are smart people. It would be stupid to go back there with all those walkers roaming the city."

I sighed and looked down. They were smart people, but they were also caring people, and something told me that they cared enough to go back and look for us. "Please..." I gave it one last try.

"No, Clem, I'm sorry but it's just not safe." His voice was soft and gentle. I knew he hated doing this – letting me down. It was the same way with Duck.

"Okay," I said, my lip trembling. I stared at the train, all the walkers surrounding it. This place was dead. All we could do was move on, and put everything behind us. Kenny was all I had now. Maybe Christa and Omid were still out there, but for now, all my trust lied in his hands. He jumbled my hat and shot me a sympathetic look.

"Don't look back," he said.

A/N So that was chapter one! Hope you liked the first of many more to come! Little bit slow, but it was just an intro. (rhyming on point) Now if you'll excuse me, my mother is asking me to heat up stinky chicken in the oven. pray for me. Thanks and peeeace