A/N: Hey guys. I'm doing something different for once. I'm actually going to use a colder Clementine, but she's not going to be a sociopath or a jerk. She's just going to be a bit cold and mature. Also, this next part is important. Make sure you thank gaara king of the sand (That is an author on the site. I have not watched too much Naruto… yet.) He came to me and talked to me about making this fic. Without him, this fic wouldn't exist right now.
Also, there will be a flashback… it'll be in italics.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead. All rights reserved to their respective owners.
Clementine walked through the dark forest with her handgun at the ready. She didn't know why she carried it. It was dangerous for her to use the weapon. The handgun did its job of as a device used for a quick kill, but it also attracted more of the walkers.
She continued through the forest which for some reason reminded her of the forest that surrounded the motor inn… It brought back painful memories. Tears started to form in her eyes and she huffed out a sob. Everything was ruined. She was alive, but at what cost? All of her friends and family were dead. Kenny, Katjaa, Duck, Carley, Chuck, Ben, Christa, Omid, Molly, and most of all her own parents and the man that looked after her as if she was his own, Lee, were gone. Most of them died, and some were unknown, but now, she was all alone.
"No…" Clementine said to herself. "No more crying. You don't have a right to. You brought this upon yourself. You were too weak. Now you have to get strong." She was different. It may not have been what her parents wanted, but that didn't matter anymore. She wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her newly acquired sweatshirt and noticed that there was some sediment on her face. "I need to wash up." Clementine said as she continued to look for a restroom or a stream.
It didn't take long for her to spot one. It was part of a gas station by the looks of it. She made her approach but was surprised by a flock of crows coming out of the bushes. She gasped, but once she realized it was nothing more than crows, she breathed out a sigh of relief. "I never really liked crows." Clementine muttered. "They look… evil." She continued toward the edge of the forest and looked around for humans and walkers alike. Upon seeing nothing, she made her way across the deserted road.
Since Clementine was out in the open, she made sure to stay on high alert. She had learned the hard way that staying out in the open was bad. Such was the case after she got out of Savannah. Despite being four months ago, she still remembered it vividly.
Clementine looked into the distance and saw two figures approaching her. At first, she thought it was Christa and Omid, but she couldn't tell from where she stood. They were too far away. She opened her mouth to yell for them, but stopped herself. What if they were worse than walkers? What if they were bandits? Rapists? Psychopaths? She closed her mouth and looked to the destroyed car that was nearby. She ran for the car and hid behind it.
Several minutes ticked by until she could hear footsteps. It definitely wasn't a pair of walkers. "What the fuck?" A man's voice grumbled. Clementine stayed out of sight by going around the car to stay hidden. "I know I saw something. Looked like a kid." She heard the licking of lips which sent a cold chill down her spine. It didn't sound right. "She looked good too. She would have made a fine treat."
She shuttered from the grotesque detail until she heard another man chuckle. "I bet. I never seen your fat-ass move that fast in a long time." The other man said.
"Watch it, you piece of shit." The first man hissed.
"I think this heat is getting to you." The second man said.
"Oh, is it now?" The first man asked with hostility in his voice. Clementine knew what was going to happen next.
"I highly suggest you calm down." The second man said. She huffed and closed her eyes. She knew what was going to happen next. BANG! With the dreaded sound filling the air, Clementine bolted from behind the car and made a mad dash away from the two men.
"HEY!" She heard one of the men screamed. She didn't dare look back. She had to get away. Clementine kept going and made sure that there was always coverage or something behind her. She kept running until she found a nearby road. She looked around debating whether to keep running or hide underneath an abandoned car. She chose the latter and ducked underneath the vehicle. She huffed to catch her breath until she heard loud footsteps running up to where she was minutes ago. "Fuck…" The man muttered. Clementine could tell it was the first man. Just her luck.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are sweetie. I just want to play a game with you." The man said. It definitely didn't sound right, and it sent chills down her spine. She watched as the man approached the car that she was hiding under. He stood in front of the vehicle with his feet only a couple inches from her face.
Several tense seconds ticked by until finally he moved again. Clementine breathed out a silent breath before she felt something grab her ankle and she was dragged out from behind the car. She screamed from the sudden contact, but stopped when she came face-to-face with the man.
"Oh, there you are." The man said. He knocked the handgun from her hands and tried to undress her. However, Clementine wasn't going to let him. She fought back with every bit of strength that she had left, but she was on fumes. The Stranger didn't give her much to eat or drink back at the Marsh House, and she was exhausted from staying up all night to get away from the herd in Savannah. "Now darling, if you keep fighting me like this, I will make it more painful for you."
Despite her fading strength she continued to fight. She fought for Lee, for her parents, for Christa, for Omid, for Katjaa, for Duck, for Carley, for Kenny, and for everyone else who kept her alive. She wasn't going to let their sacrifice be in vain. Suddenly, hope, in the form of a walker, came limping towards her and the man. He was too busy tossing her sweatshirt aside to notice that he was in danger. The walker limped closer and closer until finally it was in range. "No!" Clementine shouted and she used her remaining strength to kick the man back. The man was stunned by her strength for a second, but his amazement turned into agony and pain as the walker sunk its teeth into his neck.
"AARGGHH!" The man shouted as the walker ripped part of his neck off.
Clementine huffed as she crawled away from the gruesome scene. She huffed as she watched the man fall onto the ground and the walker on top of him. She got up and went over to retrieve her gun. She was more exhausted at that point than what she was before. She turned back to the man and said, "I… won't… die… not yet." She turned and started to drag herself away from the feeding frenzy. Her legs felt like rubber bands, her eyes threatened to close shut, her stomach growled for food, and half of her was covered in the blood of the undead, but she was alive…
Clementine approached the bathroom door and opened it. She made her approach inside and kept her gun up. She looked in all directions but didn't find any walkers or people.
She walked to the first stall within the bathroom and opened the door. "Ew…" Clementine muttered as she looked to the toilet. Half the bowl was destroyed and there was toilet water and dung all over the floor. "That is really gross." Clementine said as she shut the door. Clementine went to the next door and saw that it was empty and thankfully the toilet remained intact. She turned her attention to the third door and opened it to see that it was empty as well.
Clementine breathed out a sigh of relief and said, "Good." She went up to the bathroom mirror and placed her backpack and gun on the sink. She pulled out a handkerchief and wetted it with a water bottle. She then wiped her face with the handkerchief. She remember when her mother used to do the same but with a washcloth. It felt so long ago…
Clementine finished, but when she looked up to the mirror, there was a teenage girl right behind her. Clementine's eyes widened and she went for her gun, but she was too late. The teenager grabbed her and threw her aside. Clementine landed on the ground, but was unscathed from the shove. She got up, but just as she figured, the teenager had her gun in hand. "Don't move or I'll pop you." The teenager hissed.
"Who are you?" Clementine asked as she raised her hands up in surrender.
"None of your business." The girl hissed. She looked to Clementine with a scowl before she turned to the backpack on the edge of the sink. "What is all this shit? Why don't you got anything good?" She turned her attention back to Clementine and said, "Hey, I asked you a question."
Clementine remained silent. She had nothing to say to the girl. "You really testing my patience. What else you have? Huh?" The teenager asked.
"Nothing else. The backpack and the gun is all I have now." Clementine said.
The hostile teenager glared at her; however, her eyes shifted to her hat and said, "Give me that hat."
Clementine shook her head and said, "I can't do that."
"Bitch, does it look like I'm playing?" The girl inquired. "Give me the hat or I will pop you." Clementine didn't say anything which made the girl grumble to herself. The girl went through Clementine's backpack and asked, "Why don't you have anything good. The last people I stole from had all kinds of shit. You're just a little fish… a little fish that tries to act tough when you have nothing to back it up."
"You're one to talk." Clementine said.
"What?" The girl inquired. She left the backpack and grabbed Clementine by her sweatshirt. She picked up Clementine and pinned her against the wall with the handgun aimed at Clementine's face. "You want to repeat that you little bitch?" The girl hissed.
"You're nothing." Clementine said without missing a beat. "You think you know how to survive, but in reality, you're stealing and abusing the true survivors." Clementine could hear the dreadful sounds of walkers, but it seemed that the girl was too preoccupied with Clementine to notice.
"You little bitch! I should kill you for talking to me like that!" The girl shouted in Clementine face. "You know what?" The girl's anger soon turned into an evil smirk and she continued, "Since you think all I do is talk, I'll show you what happens when people piss me off." The girl placed the barrel of the gun to Clementine's head, but Clementine could see one of the walkers approach the girl from behind.
The girl turned her head and muttered, "Shit…" She released Clementine from her grip and took aim at the walker. Clementine got up as the girl fired a shot in its shoulder which staggered it. Another walker limped towards her and she fired again. This time it was a headshot. The walker jolted back and fell to the ground.
Clementine started to walk away from the girl. She knew that there were only two bullets in her gun. The girl took aim at the first walker and pulled the trigger but the gun clicked. "Shit!" The girl exclaimed. She tried to get away from the walker but to no avail. The walker latched onto her and bit down on her neck. The girl screamed as the walker tore a chunk of her neck out. Her blood saturated the ground and the walker continued to feast on her. Clementine rushed over and picked up her gun. She grabbed her backpack and ran out the restroom door. She knew the place was going to be surrounded in a few minutes. She ran down the road as fast as her legs could carry her, but as she ran, she knew that she was faced with the same dilemma that she faced in Savannah. Everything looked really bad, but she was alive…
…To be continued.
A/N: This series will have shorter chapters than my other series. Chapters should range from 2000 to 4000 words instead of 4000 to 6500.