A/N This is the story a drifter named Scarlett. A girl with a scared and jagged past. She joins Clementine in her adventures and when the two find that can't just leave this time new problems from the past come to the surface. Relationships from both good and bad. Big thank's to all who thought to take a look at this story. I promise if you get through my horrid grammar and spelling you'll find a good story tat sticks to the plot of TWD game and stays true to who the characters are.
It was starting to get dark and the rain wasn't letting up. The frigid wind chilled me to the bone, I couldn't only imagine how little Clementine felt. She had her arms wrapped tightly around her as she sat cowering on the log next to me. Christa muttered something as she tended to the fire, trying to get the weasel we caught to cook; the flames were too low and the wood was to wet to burn. She and Clementine talked about how she needed to learn this stuff and that we wouldn't always be there to help her. Then Christa talked about Wellington, that's where we were headed. I had been there before when I was about Clementines age. I don't remember much from back then, just that it had been real cold. But it was our best bet.
Frustrated Christa stood up and went to go look for something in the woods, I didn't catch what. I remained sitting on the old and watched as Clementine walked around our small camp looking for stuff to burn. She dug through her bag, found a lighter and few other things she quickly shoved in her pocket. She sat in front of the fire staring down at a sheet of paper.
"Do you think this will ever end?" she asked drawing my attention away from the mug between my numb feet.
"I certainly hope so," I told her my voice lost of all real hope. "It's been like this for so long now, I haven't really thought about there being an end. Just how to survive day by day."
"That makes sense, I do it too." She said her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's important to hold onto the good memories," I told her as she looked at the photo in her hands like she was thinking of throwing it in the fire. "I bIt can make a pretty big difference." She tucked the photo back into her pocket and put a small log into the fire. I smiled to myself, happy I kept her from burning the mysterious photo. I was about to inquire about the photo when I suddenly heard shouting. I jumped to my feet and picked up my rifle. Both Clementine and I ran to the source of the yelling. We hid behind a cluster of trees a few feet from where Christa stood at gunpoint. Three men surrounded her, each of the heavily armed. They kept asking her about her group and she denied having one. I lined my sites up with the scavengers when Clementine quickly picked up a rock and threw it at one of the men. Without warning, she screamed for Christa to run alerting them to where we were. I got off one shot, completely missing. The men ran at us right away and when I pulled the gun away from my eye Clem was gone. Running too fast and she was already too far for me to catch up. The men had seen me and then there was a loud gunshot. A man was chasing me and another ran after Clementine. My pursuer was getting to close and I didn't bother going after Clem she was a strong girl and could take care of herself, I hoped. I had just broken the thick tree line of the forest into a clearing when I was suddenly tackled to the ground. The side of my head hit the ground hard with the rest of me. It didn't have time to think of the pain, though, the man who had thrown me down was already to his feet trying to pin me down and take my weapons. I tried to push him off with my arms but he had them both firmly in grasp; pressing so hard it felt like my skin would burst beneath his fingers.
"Get off me!" I shouted as I kicked up as hard as I could into the man stomach. He shouted and swore loudly. Bringing on hand around his stomach and giving me a free arm. I swung my first as hard as I could as the man's face knocking him off of me. I scrambled to my feet and ran as fast as I could. It was long until I heard scavenger shouting at me again. I didn't stop not even slow down until a walker came into the path in front of me. I panicked and felt around for my rifle but I had dropped it. My hand fell upon the hilt of my hunting knife that was clipped to my belt. I pulled it out fast and shoved it into the temple of the walker. I had barely pulled my knife free when someone grabbed a handful of my hair. I tried swinging the knife at him but it was pointless. The man kicked my knees out from under me and I tumbled to the ground he kicked my hand hard and my knife flew out of my grasp. He was no longer holding onto me when I lunged for the fallen blade. The man still standing walked toward the knife and I grabbed his ankle and pulled with all my force. He fell but kicked me hard in the cheek. My hands shot to my face but seeing as the man was still going after the knife I clambered to my feet and took off running. I heard him following me in a matter is seconds and I panicked running anywhere I could. Ducking under branches and swerving around trees. I was on the edge of a river now starting down at the fast, rushing water. I quickly looked for anything I could use as a weapon, I found a piece of metal probably from a sigh and took it up as fast as I could and wrapped my numb fingers around it. The man was on me and I swing at him with the cold metal, the ruff edges cutting into my bare hand.
"Leave me alone!" I shouted as the man got closer, my hunting knife in hand.
"Just give up!" He shouted swing the knife full force at me. I stepped out of the way trying to avoid a swift end and the blade cut across my arm. Adrenaline made it feel like nothing. I saw walkers starting to swarm just behind the man a pair of them coming out behind him. As the moaning drew closer he stopped trying to fight me and swiftly turned. He stabbed the closest walker and as his back was still turned I shoved the piece of metal as hard as I could into his shoulder. Blood started to pour as I twisted the metal harder. I jumped away fast and man was trying to pry the metal from his shoulder. I then saw a figure struggling against the water, pink shirt and blue and white hat. Clementine. Without even thinking I jumped into the mercy water getting pulled into the cold depths below. I was ruffly thrown in and out of the cold water grasping for air. My lungs felt like they would burst. The edges of my vision started to go black until it went totally back.