Hello reader! This is one of my first attempts at an author's note, so bear with me. This is one of my first stories, as I decided to give up on my other one. Now, with more writing experience and time, I'm trying again. This story will mainly focus on the late game (after leaving the motor inn) group from season 1, and will focus on Clementine (of course, everyone loves Clem). This will be a fairly rough story, with voting via review involved. So without further ado, let the story begin!
Disclaimer: I do not own Telltale Games or the Walking Dead video game.
"In a canyon, in a cavern, excavating for a mine"
"Dwelt a miner, forty-niner and his daughter Clementine"
"Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine"
"Herring boxes, without topses, sandals were for Clementine"
Drove she ducklings to the water, every morning just at nine"
"Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine"
"Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine"
"But alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine"
"When the miner forty-niner soon began to peak and pine"
"Thought he outher jine his daughter"
"Now he's with his Clementine""In a corner of the churchyard, where the myrtle boughs entwine"
"Grow the roses in their poses, fertilized by Clementine"
"In my dreams she still doth haunt me""Robed in garments soaked in brine"
"Though in life I used to hug her, now she's dead, I'll draw the line"
"How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine"
"So I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine"
Somewhere in a far away motor inn, a small girl tossed and turned in bed, and awoke with a start.