Hey! I know I haven't worked on TWD: Scumbag Clementine in a real LONG time but I had to get this out first. It's the prequel to Scumbag Clem. I've been putting this story off for far too long, so this Scumbag Lee story is out because of that reason. Next to be updated is my Secrets of the Akatsuki then Scumbag Clem.

I woke up only to feel my leg hurting like crap. I moaned in pain and touched my leg only to feel a painful sensation there. Oh shit that hurt! I looked around the area for the cop. Was he still here? I looked out one of the windows and saw him on the ground. His arms were twisted in a painful looking way and there was a trail of blood behind him, as if he or someone else had dragged him to the rock where his head laid beside. Was he still alive? He couldn't be. Good if he was. He should have been watching the damn road!

My handcuffs were still on and my throat felt dry as a desert. I could really go for a cool glass of water. I kicked open the window and painfully crawled out of the cop car. Yes! Freedom! I looked over at the police officer and tiptoed on over. I saw his keys, quickly grabbed them, and unlocked both of them. Once I was done, I rubbed my wrist and the next thing I knew the cop jumped at me causing me to jump back and scrabble back to the cop car. What was he!? He looked like some sort of monster!

I quickly picked up his gun and a bullet and tried putting it in only to drop it. SHIT! I scooped it up and shot him in the head and he flew back, much to my relief. What was he?! I shook my head and got up, only to see someone in the distance.

"Hey! Over here! There's been...uh...a shooting!" I yelled from the top of my lungs. However the person was like, "NOPE!" and took off running! "WELL FUCK YOU TOO THEN!"

Suddenly I heard growling from all around. I looked and there were zombies coming out of the woodwork. I jumped (and regretted it) and took off running (well actually limping) as fast as I could. Once I got to a fence, I ignored all pain in my leg and climbed on over into a yard with a pool and a tree house. I could probably look for help here I decided as gunshots went off in the background somewhere. I limped over to the treehouse and called up there. No one answered. I figured I could probably use it to hide out in for a while, but decided against it. I wasn't getting up there with a bad leg.

I then went to a house in the yard where the treehouse was. I knocked on the door and yelled for help, but no one answered. I looked around for a second before coming in. "Don't shoot, okay? I'm not too dangerous. I'm just looking for help."

I shut the sliding door back into place and looked around. There was an bowl of fruit that sadly turned out to be fake. Crap. I wandered into the kitchen and slipped on some blood. Did someone die in here? There was also a huge bloody mark on the wall. I quickly got up and started looking through the house. There was barely anything in the cabinets. Raiders had obviously been through if not the family. The only thing useful was a walkie talkie which I picked up.

I looked a bit more around and found a unfinished unicorn coloring page. Did these people have a kid here? A little more looking and I found I was right. A child's drawing was framed on a wall not too far from the tv and had a pair of small handprints with the name Clementine written underneath was there too. "Damn, these people had a kid. What happened to it?"

I suddenly heard a beeping noise from somewhere and tracked it down to an answering machine. I clicked it and the three messages played. From the sounds of it, it didn't sound like her parents weren't coming back and they had died. Poor little girl...suddenly I heard a voice. "D-daddy?"

"Hello?"

"You're not my daddy."

"No, I'm not." I said remembering the answering machine. 'And I'm glad I'm not…"

"You need to be quiet." she warned.

I went into the living room and looked out the back door. "What's your name?"

"I'm Clementine. This is my house."

"I'm Lee. How old are you?"

"I'm 8. How old are you?"

"I'm...uh...37. Where are your parents?"

"In Savannah...where the boats are." she informed me. "I don't know where anybody is."

"Where are you?" I said moving into the kitchen.

"I'm in my tree house. Can you see me? I can see you!" I looked in the window and saw her. I waved at her. Suddenly she gave a little scream. I turned and saw a teenage walker and moved before she could kill me. I hobbled into the kitchen and accidently hit my head on the counter after slipping in it. I couldn't lose conscience now! I quickly kicked her off me and scooted to the slide door to escape, but not before she grabbed my ankle. As I fought her off, the little girl came to my rescue with a hammer.

"H-here!" she squeaked. I grabbed it from her and quickly killed the zombie by beating her head in. Once I was done, dark murky blood came from her body. "D-did you kill it?"

"Yeah." I sighed. I grunted as I stood up. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." she looked upset. "She was my babysitter, Sandra."

"I'm sorry about that."

"I want my parents to come home now." she confessed.

"Uh, that might be a while." I said not wanting to make her upset and cry. "We really need to get out of here. It's not safe. We should leave while it's still daylight."

"Okay. It's not safe at night." said Clementine.

We walked out of the house towards the front gate. Outside we encountered a fat guy and another guy. "Hey there!"

"Ah! Don't eat us!" said the fat guy.

"We're not walkers man!"

"Oh good!" said the skinny guy. "We thought you and the little one were gonna chump us. You know its really dangerous out here, right? If you help us move this car, I could take you and your daughter to my family's farm. It's safer there."

"She's not my daughter. I'm...her neighbor." I lied. I couldn't let her think I was just some random dude with a little girl. What if they thought I was a pedobear?!

"Well I'm Shawn Green and this is a Chet."

"I'm Lee and this is Clementine."

"Come on, Lee. Let's move this thing before..."

"Shawn! There's some coming!"

"Oh crap!" Shawn ran over to the car and pushed on it and I followed behind him. Soon we had the car out of the way and we all jumped in the back of the truck with Chet jumping in the trunk. I was scared that the back wheels would pop, but they held his weight and we managed to take off. "I hope those weren't your neighbors."

Soon it turned night and we reached Shawn's family's farm. Chet told Shawn he had to get home and eat...fatass! An old man came out to greet Shawn and they embraced. "I'm glad you're home son."

"I was afraid it was bad here too." confessed Shawn.

"It's been quiet as usual. Who's this?"

"This is Lee and Clementine. They're neighbors. This is my dad, Hershel."

"Honey do you know this man?" I looked at Clementine hoping that she would say yes. Indeed she did. He looked my leg. "Your legs pretty bad."

"Yeah, its not doing so good."

"Well take a seat on the bench and I'll fix it up for you. Shawn, why don't you go check in on your sister?"

"Right." Shawn and Hershel went inside the house while I sat down on the porch. Hershel came up on the porch and started on my leg.

"So how'd you hurt your leg?"

"I was on my way to visit my parents and got in a wreck."

"Where you with the girl?"

"No, I was with an idiot...I mean with a police officer. He was giving me a ride."

"Awful nice of him."

"I'm an awfully nice guy." Suddenly Shawn came out.

"Dad, I'm gonna reinforce the fence tomorrow."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"Dad those things were out there eating people! We've gotta protect ourselves! Come on Lee! Tell him what's out there!"

"A teenage girl with her guts hanging out came back to life and tried to rip my throat out!"

"If you want to reinforce the fence, go on ahead." said Shawn's father rolling his eyes.

Once he was done, me and Clementine got inside of our sleeping bags in the barn, while some dork talked in his sleep up above.

"It smells in here! It smells like..."

"Shit." Clementine gasped. "What?"

"You said a swear!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"You shouldn't swear. Its bad!"

"Sorry." I apologized.

After a few minutes, Clementine whispered, "I miss my parents."

"I don't...I mean...yeah I don't really miss mine...assholes...not even trying to visit me more than one time!"

"You shouldn't say that."

"Yeah...but I think I will anyway." I shook my head. "Get a good sleep, Clementine."

"Okay...good night, Lee."

"Night, Clem."

"I love you baby...hahahaha..."

CRASH

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I woke up with a start as I remembered that bitch. Luckily no one had woken up when I gasped. I looked around with caution for what ever reason and laid back down. After all the bad luck I've been having, maybe my luck would change tomorrow, but I sersiously doubted it.