A/N: First off, I want to give a very big thank you to BHBrowne for beta reading this first chapter of Days of the Dead. You've helped me so much and I couldn't have done this without you. Also please feel free to check out some of his work, they're definitely worth giving a read.

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Chapter 1

The dangers among us

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

-Christopher Marlowe

The McCarroll Ranch.

The place that held the only person Clementine cared about in this world. The one person who she didn't want to die.

I'm going to find you, AJ.

Clementine swore that after she left everyone at Richmond. Javi and the rest of his family were great people, well besides David, but Clementine had to leave them to get her little goofball back. After becoming separated from AJ because she injected him with vancomycin a while back, Clementine had always wanted to be reunited with him again.

Clem…

AJ reached his tiny hands towards Clementine as he tried to get his guardian to come back to him. That cold and dark night, as well as the yelling from David and the red and pale skin of AJ's sick face, was burned into her memory.

Clem…

Clementine shuddered as cold chills ran down her face in the same places those tears ran that terrible night. That was the first word AJ had ever spoken. Clementine never thought she'd ever see the day when he would finally say something. All AJ managed to do was cry, giggle, and never say a single damn word. Even though he got them into serious danger multiple times with all his screams and cries, he still made her happy. Clementine would do anything to hear his little giggle one more time.

Bushes quickly rustled behind Clementine and she turned her head around only to find the bushes perfectly still as well as a substantial amount of enormous oak trees and a path of dead walkers she had shot, stabbed, and killed along the broken road she followed for the last couple of minutes. Yellow and red leaves fell from the oak trees and littered the fractured road along with tall brown and yellow grass that seeped through the massive cracks of the charcoal gray road. A beautiful canvas of red and purple mixed together and painted the sky as the massive orange clouds flew gently under it.

In the distance, the sun slowly hid behind one of the many enormous orange clouds as it set. Clementine frowned as being outside when it was dark wasn't exactly what she wanted. As Clementine turned to face forward, the road stopped it's straight path and instead, curved to the right and vanished as it went behind the massive trees with yellow and red leaves gliding gently away from their branches. Beyond the curved road, a valley of green went far into the distance and was surrounded by even bigger oak trees. But a little bit beyond the curved road stood a small-scale structure.

That had to be where AJ was and Clementine felt it in her guts. But Clementine thought the ranch house would've been bigger. But then again, Clementine was here for AJ and that was it, and as long as her little goofball was there, she didn't care how small the ranch house was. "I'm coming for you AJ."

As Clementine continued to walk towards the small structure, an itchy sensation on her back bothered her and she reached behind her head to scratch it. But as she did, she came across something weird under her beige shirt covered by her rose red tailcoat blazer shrug. Clementine reached behind her head and down her beige shirt with her right hand until she came across what was like soft thin string. "What the hell?" Clementine pulled the unusual soft material from beneath her shirt and pulled it out. To Clementine's surprise, it was a thin piece of her natural brown hair.

Back when Clementine was at Richmond, she asked Javi to cut her hair. Clementine had felt like her hair got too big for comfort. Even though she liked the haircut Lee had given her a couple years back, she felt like she needed a new one. Clementine still hadn't stared at herself in a mirror yet to find out how it turned out and Javi's reaction to it only made her feel it was even more of a mistake to get it cut.

But then again, in this world who was going to judge Clementine for how her hair looked? All everyone cared about was surviving and that's it. Having short hair meant it wouldn't be grabbed and that's what Lee would've wanted, to keep her hair short. As Clementine got her hair cut by Javi, she told him she wasn't a very good mom to AJ at all.

It's not about good or not good. You kept him alive. You did your job.

Even though he was right, Clementine couldn't help but feel she didn't do as well as she could have. Someone else took care of AJ after he was taken away from her. Now AJ would probably think Clementine left him, even though she would never do that. Questions arose in Clementine's head ever since she found out AJ was still alive.

Will he remember me? Will he think David is his father? Has he said more words? Has he learned to walk?

But all those questions disappeared as Clementine got to where the road ended it's straight path and curved to make another. A dirt path laid where the road would've continued going straight had it not curved. Wires connected to posts lined up the sides of the dirt path and led to the poorly sized McCarroll Ranch house. Clementine followed the wires that moved up and down as she got closer and closer to the ranch house.

But as Clementine got to the end of the dirt path that led towards the small structure, it seemed that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. The small wooden white oak ranch house was extremely dilapidated and oddly quiet. Only the groans of nearby walkers echoed through the otherwise noiseless ranch. "AJ?" Clementine ran towards the run-down structure as she hoped to find her little goofball.

"Hello?! AJ are you there?!" A figure walked out of the wooden ranch house and it seemed like everything was alright. Until he slowly limped towards Clementine. The zombified man had bites and claws marked all over its face, torso, and legs. The man's right arm hanged by a thread as the majority of the arm was a shade of deep red. But on the walker's left arm was the red brand of the group Clementine knew all too well. The man's ripped red flannel shirt and ripped blue jeans crinkled as he went down the wooden stairs of the front porch and limped towards Clementine.

"What the hell happened?" The walker lunged its arms towards Clementine and she ducked and dodged the attack. Clementine quickly ran behind the walker and kicked the bicep of its leg. The walker fell quickly with a thud. As it tried to get up, Clementine, without hesitation, swung her survival knife towards the walker's head and punctured it. The walker quickly ceased to move and laid perfectly still. Dark red blood dripped off the knife as Clementine took it out of the back of the walker's head. The dark red liquid was wiped clean off the knife as Clementine wiped it on her pants.

Clementine gripped her survival knife hard with her right hand as she slowly went up the wooden stairs. The steps were fragile and it seemed that they could break at any moment. A hole in the middle of one of the wooden steps made Clementine place her right foot on the step above it as she continued up. The stairs creaked slightly as each step was taken as Clementine slowly walked up them with her knife in hand, ready for anybody who dared to attack her on the front porch.

A dead walker sat on a red rocking chair to Clementine's left as she finished getting up the wooden stairs. The walker sat perfectly still and didn't move a single muscle. Its guts were laid out on the floor and ripped to shreds as it escaped from a hole deep inside its stomach. Blood ran and covered the walker's entire body from its long neck, all the way to its massive boots. The familiar smell of metal captivated Clementine's nostrils as she got closer to the bloody red chair.

Clementine walked past the rocking chair and stared at it, only to find out the chair was actually a wooden rocking chair originally painted white, and it was completely coated with blood from the poor dead man, not from a red coat of paint. Clementine gasped as she walked away from the back of the wooden chair and stared at the dead walker who stared back with a bullet in its left eye and its jaw wide open. "Who could've done this?" Clementine analyzed the man and observed that on the man's neck was a slash that made her shudder as she stared at the blood that came out of the huge cut.

Clementine continued to analyze the man's body and got to the man's stomach. The poor man's guts were almost completely ripped out. As Clementine got to the floor where all the guts were ripped to shreds, it seemed to her that there were barely any of his guts left, like as if they had been taken. Clementine knew a person's guts were pretty big, especially since she had to cover herself in guts on more than one occasion. "What kind of sick fuck could do something like this?"

The thought of what Clementine came to the McCarroll Ranch for hit her like a bullet. "AJ!" Clementine ran towards the open door and entered the small white oak wooden ranch house. Rotting cadavers were littered all over the wooden floor and a strong metallic stench was throughout the small ranch house.

As Clementine walked deeper into the house, the floor beneath her crunched. Clementine put her head down to face the floor and found an abundance of small pieces of glass scattered across the wooden floor. Clementine gasped as she stared at all the windows around her, which were all completely broken, and let the little daylight left outside to make its way in and light the dark ranch house. "AJ?"

Clementine's boots crushed the glass as she continued to walk through the abandoned, low-roofed wooden house. Flies passed quickly by Clementine's face as they moved from dead body to dead body to feast on the rotting corpses laid around them. Clementine faced the dead cadavers and observed that they all died the exact same way. Their guts ripped out of their stomach and laid out in front of them, their torsos and trousers ripped, their necks slashed in the same exact spot on their neck, and a bullet hole made by a bullet that entered their left eyeballs. There must've been at least ten people killed in the very room. Some sat in broken chairs, some leaned against the wooden walls, one even hung out one of the broken windows. "AJ?!"

Clementine ran across the glass littered wooden floor and got to a wall at the end of the ranch house. Clementine faced the left side of the backend of the house and was shocked to find blue and green chalk lines spiraled against each other on one side of the old white oak wooden walls like colorful snakes. But something about them caught Clementine's eye.

The blue and green lines both continued down the wooden wall towards a door. Clementine followed the blue and green lines and ran her hand against the hard and cold wood. Clementine's left hand followed along with the chalk lines as they went up and down. Blue and green chalk got onto Clementine's fingertips as she ran her hand through both of the lines and disrupted their journey. Clementine stared at her newly colored fingertips as she got to the door the lines led to. She rubbed her fingers on her pants and wiped the blue and green off her hands. But as Clementine stared up from her pants and at the door, she tried to hold back a waterfall of tears.

On the door the word Clem was written in pink while the blue and green lines circled around it. Even though AJ did have pretty horrible handwriting, Clementine could still read what was written surprisingly. After all this time, Clementine never thought she would ever be with him again, especially after what she faced outside of the very room AJ was in. But here he was, safe and sound.

"AJ?!" Clementine called as she admired the work of art on the door. To Clementine's surprise, no-one answered her call. Clementine walked to the wooden door and turned the knob. The knob barely moved and Clementine couldn't open the door.

"Oh no, no this can't be." Clementine knocked on the door in a rhythmic fashion. "AJ? AJ?!" Still, no-one answered her calls. Clementine's knocking quickly turned into banging. As Clementine continued to call for him, she slowly thought that maybe she wouldn't be reunited with her little goofball after all.

Then it hit her.

Everyone had their throats slashed open, their clothes ripped, and their left eyes were blinded by bullets. AJ couldn't survive all that, especially with a target pretty much right there on the door. AJ having his throat slashed and a bullet being put into his left eye would absolutely end Clementine.

"AJ, please. Answer me." Clementine wiped her watering eyes with her right arm and waited for an answer as she backed away from the door. But still, no-one answered. Anger built up inside of Clementine. David took AJ away from her and it was all his fucking fault she lost him. If it wasn't for him, Clementine and AJ would've been together. Clementine bungled up her hands into fists and she gritted her teeth. "Nooo!" Clementine ran towards the wooden door full sprint and swung her boot towards the door. The door immediately busted open and wood flew from the door and went through the air. The pieces of wood landed on the wooden floor of the empty room with a thud and dust flew slowly through the air.

The only light that illuminated the dim room was of the sun and its light that shined through the windows that weren't broken like the ones outside were. Bodies weren't scattered across the floor and the metallic scent was nowhere in the air. But Clementine wasn't focused on how dim the room was or how there were no dead bodies scattered around. Instead, she was transfixed on something else. On one of the wooden walls was a message written in the same blue chalk used outside to lead her to the very room she was in now.

You're late Clementine, AJ's gone. I hope you like running. -D

Fear and anger built up inside of her as she stared at the poorly written blue words. "Wait, what? Where the hell is AJ?!" Clementine searched around the room and threw around chairs and tables, but only came up with nothing. "AJ where are you?!" Clementine yelled at the top of her lungs in hopes of an answer.

"Hello?" A voice whispered from outside the room. Clementine tilted her head slightly to the right in confusion as she thought everyone was dead. Clementine walked out of the room slowly and searched the back end of the ranch house, but nobody was there.

"Hello?" The same voice whispered again. Clementine walked past the colorful lines on the wooden walls and got to the main room where multiple bodies laid. "Hello?" Clementine asked as she walked slowly past the bodies and started at them one by one.

One of the bodies put their hands up and Clementine pulled out her survival knife almost instantly. "No please." The man's whispers were soft and sounded like as if he was around eighty years old, even though he was around thirty years of age at max. Clementine sighed and slowly put her knife back in its holster. "Thank you." The bloody man slowly put his arms down and put his hands over his bloody stomach. For some reason, he wasn't cut in the neck like all the other bodies were. In fact, his neck was perfectly fine.

"What happened to you?" Clementine scanned the man's bloody body with her eyes as she stared at the small cut in his stomach and the blood on his lap. "He… He came…." The man pointed towards the open door and Clementine followed the man's shaking finger. "He came here?"

The man gulped slowly and nodded his head as it shook violently. "Where's AJ?" This was Clementine's only way to find out what happened to her little goofball and she needed to know where he was. "He took him." The man slowly blinked and started to put his head down. "No no stay with me, who took him?" Clementine shook the man vigorously and the man groaned in pain. "Just please let me die." The man sobbed and coughed up some blood.

"Not until you tell me who took AJ." The man called for the caretaker of AJ to get closer to him with his hand. Clementine held onto her survival knife with her right hand as she kneeled and leaned closer to the wounded man. The man put his bloody wrinkled lips close to her ears as he prepared to speak. "The.. Brotherhood... took AJ."

Clementine pulled away from the man quickly and stared at him. "The Brotherhood?" The man nodded and coughed blood that spat out of his mouth and onto his bloody stomach.

"They are the most ruthless group... I have ever seen. Their leader is like the… Devil, powerful and wicked. He's like hell… on Earth." The man voice got dry and he stopped as he gulped slowly once again. "He'll kill anybody in his way."

"Who is he?" Clementine felt butterflies fly around in her stomach. AJ had been taken by a group that killed anybody in their path, but why did they take AJ? What was their purpose? "His name is…" The man slowly lowered his head and stared at his guts. The man didn't move a muscle and Clementine got furious. "What's his goddamn name?!" The man didn't listen and just kept his head down.

Clementine grabbed the man and shook him as hard as she could. The man's head bobbed up and down as he was shaken. Eventually, Clementine stopped and stared at the man who still had his head down. "Where the hell is AJ?!" The man didn't answer and instead, Clementine got an answer she didn't expect.

In the distance, over all the groaning of the nearby walkers, a single and powerful howl made the walkers and their groans become weak and insignificant. The howl died and everything went silent. Clementine ran towards a broken window and searched the area outside for any sign of what made those howls.

The groans and moans of the walkers quickly dispersed as yet another howl echoed through the air for a second time. Clementine scanned the area but couldn't find anything other than tall grass and massive oak trees. Clementine ran towards the front porch and flies quickly passed by Clementine's face as her quick movements frightened them as they were surrounding the dead bodies around the room. Clementine burst out of the ranch house and passed the dead walker who sat on the bloody rocking chair perfectly still as she ran down the small set of stairs on the front porch.

Clementine spun around and searched the ranch for the source of the howl but only came up with nothing. But then multiple loud howls echoed through the air in unison. "Shit!" Clementine pulled out her p228 pistol and aimed around her as she searched for the source of the howls. As she turned around to face her right side, a light gray blur ran towards her rapidly and scared her as it pushed down the tall green and yellow grass of the McCarroll ranch as it got closer. Clementine pulled the trigger and the bullet flew towards the running enemy. The creature dodged the bullet and stopped in its tracks as it got out of the tall grass.

Far away from Clementine stood a creature she had never seen before. A gray coywolf snarled at Clementine viciously as it stared at her with anger in its eye. "What the?" Clementine got abruptly pushed to the floor and she dropped her pistol as she landed with a thud. As she laid on the floor, another coywolf in front of her snarled as it slowly walked towards her. Clementine quickly searched around the dirt and found her gun. She rolled her body slightly towards the right and picked it up.

Clementine quickly aimed at the coywolf that walked slowly towards her when another one ran towards Clementine and grabbed the barrel of the pistol with its razor sharp teeth. The coywolf and Clementine both tugged at the weapon vigorously. "Let go you fucker!" The coywolf didn't listen and instead, pulled harder than before. Clementine was losing the game of tug of war and barely held onto her pistol. Clementine put her right middle finger on the trigger and pulled it quickly. A loud bang echoed through the air as a bullet escaped the pistol through the muzzle and whistled through the air as it flew towards the wooden wall of the small ranch house.

The recoil of the pistol pushed the coywolf and it let go of the barrel. The coywolf fell to the ground hard and landed on its right side. As the fierce creature slowly got up, Clementine aimed her muzzle at the coywolf's head.

Paws hitting the dirt made Clementine turn her head. To Clementine's left, a coywolf ran towards her. "Oh shit!" Clementine turned back and stared down the front sight as she pulled the trigger. The bullet launched out of the muzzle and sped into the coywolf's left eye. The coywolf fell to the ground and dirt filled the air.

Clementine turned around and aimed her pistol at the incoming enemy. Clementine pulled the trigger and the bullet flew towards its target. But the coywolf quickly moved to the right and avoided the bullet as it continued to run towards Clementine. "Shit!" Clementine pulled her trigger again and the coywolf dodged it once again. Tension built up inside of Clementine as she continued to fire bullets at the coywolf. But still, it continued to dodge them.

The coywolf was almost at its target as Clementine pulled her trigger once again. But this time, no bullet came out. "No!" The coywolf jumped on top of Clementine and pushed her to the ground. Its claws stabbed deeply into Clementine's entire body and she screamed in pain. The coywolf grabbed Clementine's pistol with its teeth and it was a force no match for her. The coywolf yanked the pistol out of Clementine's hands with ease and threw it far away from them. The pistol landed right next to another coywolf's dead carcass and one of the coywolves walked towards the cadaver slowly as it stared at it in complete disbelief.

The coywolf on top of Clementine pulled it's right paw down quickly and clawed at her red jacket, ripping it. Clementine groaned as the coywolf slowly raised its right paw once again. But before the coywolf could claw her again, Clementine quickly punched it in the nose. The coywolf fell to the ground and shook its head as it moderately got back up. Clementine, without hesitation, got up and ran away from the coywolves as the left side of her body burned and stung from the wolves claws.

Clementine pumped her arms up and down and quickly moved her legs like as if she ran neck and neck with another racer at a track meet. Except this was much worse than that. Instead, there was no finish line, and the competitors were coywolves trying to eat her alive.

The dirt path and wired fences on each side of them jumped up and down as Clementine ran as fast as she could. Clementine got back on the run down road and continued to sprint as hard as she could. But as Clementine continued to run, her mind became curious and wondered if the coywolves were still running after her. Clementine didn't want to turn her head but she couldn't help herself and curiosity took over her. Clementine quickly turned her head to face what was behind her only to find two of the same gray coywolves running side by side towards her. "Fuck!"

Clementine turned around and her heartbeat got faster and echoed through her head as she ran. Sweat ran down Clementine's face and it blinded her. Clementine quickly wiped it out of her eyes with her right hand and continued to run. The trees, grass, and leaves turned into green, brown, and red blurs as Clementine ran and bounced her head up and down as she continued her stride. As the sweat continued to run down Clementine's forehead and into her eyes they burned and itched. Clementine shook her head and the sweat fell into a crack on the run down road.

Both of the coywolves behind Clementine howled loudly in unison and she couldn't understand what they were trying to do. But then another coywolf howled as it ran out from behind the massive trees on the left side of the cracked road towards her. The coywolf jumped and swung its sharp claws towards Clementine's neck. But Clementine's speed made the coywolf miss its target and instead, clawed her deep in the left arm and blood escaped from it. The pain pierced through Clementine's entire left arm and she let out a scream.

Even though Clementine was injured, she still continued to run as she held onto her bleeding left arm. The coywolves snarled and growled as they continued to chase their target. In front of Clementine, a walker stood with one eyeball missing and it's jaw which hanged only by a thread. The zombified woman stared as Clementine and the small wolf pack ran towards her. Clementine ran around the walker and two coywolves followed her while one of them jumped on the walker and slashed its neck.

The two coywolves continued to chase after Clementine while the third one caught up. Clementine didn't have an idea where to go, or how to escape those stupid wolves. All Clementine could do was continue to run and pray she could get away from them. The dead walkers Clementine had killed earlier were now in view, and it was like as if they were obstacles to make her slow down. Clementine ran around them while the coywolves jumped over them with ease. One by one Clementine continued to get around the dead bodies, afraid if she did jump, she would hurt her body even more.

The coywolves all howled together in unison and Clementine quickly tripped as something ran into her legs. A sharp pain ran through both of Clementine's hands as she landed on the road. Clementine rolled around on the cracked road and stopped with her head face down. She turned her head to the right and stared at a dead woman who stared back at her with its lifeless white eyes.

Terrified, Clementine quickly rolled over her body. But the turn was too quick and Clementine winced at the intense pain that coursed through her body as she continued to roll over. Clementine rolled over completely and in front of her stood a fourth coywolf along with the other three under the thousands of stars in the night sky.

All of them were identical. Their white legs and paws turned brown from all the running through the grass and the dirt path of the McCarroll ranch. Their gray fur was rough and partially covered with dark brown dirt and pieces of dry grass. Their white and gray ears were pointed towards the night sky as they stared at her with their aggressive amber colored eyes that shined in the moonlight and their jet black round noses pointed at their wounded prey. Their bodies bounced lightly and their long legs bent up and down as they walked slowly towards their target. The coywolves all circled around Clementine as they snarled and growled. Clementine turned to face her wounded left arm and blood dripped from it and landed onto the very road she fell and sat on.

Clementine pulled out her survival knife with her right hand and made all the coywolves stop circling her. Clementine groaned as she got up slowly. Clementine raised her right knee and lunged while she continued to aim her knife towards one of the coywolves. Clementine raised her left foot and winced as a sharp pain ran through her left arm as she raised it. Slowly, Clementine got up and turned around to point at all of them with her survival knife. The coywolves didn't seem intimidated by the knife and circled Clementine once again.

"Get away from me!" Clementine yelled as she pointed at a coywolf that circled in front of her. The coywolves didn't listen and continued to circle Clementine. "Get away!" Without warning, a high pitched whistle echoed through the air in the distance. The coywolves raised their heads high and turned towards the whistle as their ears raised quickly. They all bent their right legs as they held their right paw slightly above the cracked road. They stared towards the straight road that led to The McCarroll Ranch and they all howled in unison, which made Clementine hold both of her hands towards her ears. The coywolves behind Clementine moved and stood next to the others as they continued their howls.

The coywolves quickly quieted their howls and Clementine let go of her ears. As all the coywolves were transfixed on the source of the whistle, Clementine observed that they've all turned their backs on her.

This is my chance! I can stab one of them and run away as fast as I can!

Clementine firmly gripped her survival knife with her right hand and aimed at the back of one of the coywolves as she closed her left eye and kept her right targeting eye squinted slightly. Clementine got ready to swing her knife and stab the coywolf when again, another whistle echoed through the air. But this time, the pitch changed from a high pitch to a lower one. The coywolves quickly turned around and faced the girl with the knife in her hand.

They squinted their amber eyes and snarled at Clementine. But to Clementine's surprise, one of the gray coywolves ran away from her and went towards the source of the whistles. One by one the other coywolves left as well. But before they left, they would each give Clementine a death stare as a goodbye. Eventually, they all ran away from Clementine and disappeared into the distance, howling into the night. But Clementine's mind was puzzled as to what happened.

What the hell were those wolves doing? Why did they try to kill me? Who was whistling?

An answer couldn't come into Clementine's mind and the sharp pain in her left arm made her just forget about those question. "Thank god for that, I would've been a goner if that person didn't whistle." Clementine hissed as she touched the deep bloody claw marks on her left arm. Blood slowly gushed out of her arm and landed in the cracks of the road.

"Good thing that wolf didn't claw the dog bite I got a long time ago, that would've been the worst." Clementine took her gaze away from the arm she stitched up long ago and tilted her head upwards towards the sky and stared at the thousands of dimmed stars. The waning crescent moon slowly disappeared behind one of the many dark gray clouds that took over the night sky.

"It's too dark to stay out here, especially in the condition I'm in." Clementine's right hand became a dark shade of red as she continued to press on the wound she got from the coywolves. Clementine turned away from where she ran away from the coywolves and faced the cracked road that led back to Richmond. "I guess I'll have to go back to Richmond." Clementine walked slowly down the road towards the place she left moments before, where Javi and his family, along with the good of Richmond, lived.

After walking in the dark and avoiding walkers as best she could, Clementine got to the entrance of Richmond and stood in front of the massive door that had the same symbol that was on one of the dead walkers back at the McCarroll Ranch. "Everyone's probably sleeping in there. How am I going to get this door open and get in?"

Clementine walked back and searched for another way in. But to Clementine's dismay, she couldn't find another way in, and the darkness only made it harder to find what she searched for. Clementine walked back to the massive door and raised her head to stare at the top. "Hello, anybody there?! I need someone to open the door!" After waiting for a while, nobody answered her. Clementine turned around and stared at the trees and abandoned cars that were in front of the walls of Richmond.

The only way I'm going to get this door open is if I wake somebody up. The only way I can do that is to make a loud enough noise to get their attention. But how am I going to do that?

Clementine walked around and searched for anything that could make a loud enough noise to wake someone up. Clementine went up to a giant oak tree and the ground beneath her crunched as she stepped on thin leaves and weak branches. Clementine stared at the branches on the ground and then faced the giant walls of Richmond. "If I throw a branch at that door it's not going to make enough noise." Clementine left the massive oak tree and continued her search for something that could make a pretty loud noise. Clementine came across one of the abandoned cars in front of Richmond and stared at it.

"I could get in there and honk the car horn for a while, that might get their attention." Clementine pulled on the yellow door handle of the abandoned taxi cab and opened the door slowly. But to her dismay, the whole driving wheel was gone from the dashboard.

"Why the hell would someone take a fucking driving wheel?" Clementine sighed and slammed the door in frustration with her left arm. Pain pierced through Clementine's arm and she regretted her decision instantly. "Fuck!" Holding her wounded left arm, Clementine kicked one of the flat tires of the taxi cab and searched around once again.

On the other side of the broken road was an armored truck, like the one Kate used to block the walkers from entering Richmond. Clementine ran to the armored vehicle and opened the heavy door. Inside, broken glass laid on the driver seat as well as the floor. Clementine stared at the dashboard and found the driving wheel in its place. "Yes!" Clementine reached for the horn and pressed down as hard as she could. The horn blared when without warning, a sharp pain pierced through her left arm. Clementine's vision spun around and the loud horn's song died as she let go of the driving wheel and lost her balance.

The armored van went away from Clementine's sight and big dark oak trees, as well as very dim stars, were in front of her as she fell off the armored vehicle and landed on her already injured left arm. Clementine screamed in agony and rolled around in pain. "Help me! Please!" But no-one answered her. Clementine's vision slowly faded away and pain coursed through her entire body. Her view became dark and she fought to keep her eyes open. A groan escaped from behind the trees and the crackling of leaves accompanied it.

Oh no.

A walker emerged from behind the many trees and bushes and limped towards its next meal. Clementine reached for her knife and pulled it out of her holster. Clementine tried her hardest to try to get up but couldn't handle the pain. She groaned in pain as she stopped her efforts.

I'm not going to be able to use my knife, I guess I'll have to use my pistol and kill this fucker.

Clementine put her survival knife back in its holster and went for her pistol. But as she reached for it, she couldn't find it.

Oh no, those stupid fucking wolves yanked my pistol away from me! How am I going to kill this fucking walker?

A sharp pain pierced through her body and blood continued to gush out of her left arm. Clementine screamed and pressed hard on the bloody and deep claw marks with her right hand as the walker limped closer and closer.

What can I do now?

Clementine continued to groan as she rolled around in pain when without warning, she felt something inside of her jacket press into her stomach. Clementine gasped as she unzipped her red jacket with her right hand and reached for the unusual object. Clementine grabbed onto it and ripped it out of her jacket. To her surprise, it was another pistol.

Before she left Richmond, Gabe had offered her a pistol that he saved for her. But to his displeasure, Clementine already had one of her own and declined. But Clementine instantly regretted her decision when her gut urged her to take it, almost like as if it knew she was going to be in this position. Clementine didn't remember taking the pistol because she never used it since she had one of her own. It actually didn't hurt to have another pistol.

Clementine turned her head to face the walker and gasped as it was right over her. The walker lunged towards Clementine's face and she aimed her new pistol at the walker's head. But it's attack was too fast and Clementine dropped her pistol as the walker was on top of her.

Clementine with her wounded left arm held the walker off and stopped it from reaching her face. The walker's jaws snapped rapidly and a metallic scent escaped it's bloody toothed mouth as Clementine continued to hold off the walker. Clementine's arms felt like noodles as they weakened and slowly went limp. Clementine reached for the pistol she dropped with her right hand. She slowly grabbed it and aimed at the groaning walker on top of her.

But Clementine's left arm was as strong as the thin branches that fell off the tree she went to earlier. Her left arm finally gave up and fell to the floor. The walker quickly fell towards Clementine and she pulled the trigger. A loud bang rocked her ears as a bullet rocketed out of the muzzle and went into the walker's forehead. Blood burst out of its head and covered Clementine's face. The walker dropped and landed on Clementine, it's head right next to Clementine's. Her ears rang loudly and Clementine covered her right ear to drown out the sound but to no avail.

The stars and dark gray clouds in the night sky above danced rapidly as Clementine's vision spun. Clementine fought as hard as she could to keep her eyes open as they tried to close. But Clementine was losing the battle and she dropped her pistol from her right hand and it hit the ground. Clementine stared at the fading stars as their dances slowed down and she slowly drifted away from this terrible world.