Chapter 1: Finding Glenn
People say that soon, everyone will die. There is no hope in the world and why is that, because everyone's infected. That however was before I came along. I was child who was rescued by a murderer. He told me what he did but I didn't care. He protected me and kept me safe until the end. I didn't know much then about if there was a cure for the infection. I was scared and had no clue what was really happening but now I'm sixteen and I'm the cure for the world. My name is Clementine and it's my blood that's needed.
"Lee!" I screamed, I was too scared to move. Five zombies are coming toward me and I dropped the gun. I could see Lee coming for me but he kept getting cut off. I looked around frantically for a place to hide but the only thing around me is wall. I had officially backed up against a wall with no where to go. I could see Lee running toward me again and fired his pistol. It hit one zombie in the head and its blood got all over me. Lee did give me an opening though. I ran past the zombies but got grabbed and tripped. I fell to the ground hard. I reached for my gun but it is just out of reach. Lee ran over and grabbed the zombie that grabbed me and threw it off. I ran over to my gun and turned. I was too late, Lee got bit and tackled to the ground. I killed the four zombies and ran over to Lee. I cried, scared about what to do. Lee protected me and I failed him. There had been more zombies and I turned and fired at the ones heading for Kenny but I was too late. That's when a zombie grabbed onto my arm and bit me.
"Lee!" I screamed out loud waking from my nightmare. It had been the same every time for years. I looked at my arm where the zombie had bit me and hard at that. I never understood it but for some reason I'm immune to the disease. The sun rose into the sky. "I suppose I had better keep moving." I told myself that every morning to keep myself going. I blamed myself for Lee's death but I know he wouldn't like that. I keep moving to keep it off my mind. I know Lee would want me to use my blood to help others but I can't, not without knowing that those people are good.
Sadly without food to be found I've had to resort to something that disgusts me more then anything. I'm lucky though because killing a zombie for food is different then killing a human. The only thing that keeps me from turning is my blood. That's why I consider myself lucky, being able to eat zombie and not human. I know that it's cannibalism but if I'm going to help anyone that's left, I have to survive and so I know that Lee would make an exception or at least I would hope so. I do however cook the undead freaks just in case. I had been traveling for days now wondering when I'll find people if I find people but luckily I found some people up ahead. "Finally." I ran toward the group and soon found zombies come out. I ran faster hoping to reach them in time. I managed to reach them just as a zombie grabbed onto one of the men's arm. I used my arm and let it bite me. I grabbed the zombies head and bashed it in with the hammer I carry around. Apparently the other four people saw what I did and killed the zombies.
"Are you ok, you got bit." The man who appeared to be a cop said.
"Yeah so what, I've been bit, scratched, and down right beat up by these things. It's no big deal." I then noticed another man and recognized him immediately. "Glenn, Is that you?" He looked at me oddly like he didn't know me and I couldn't blame him. "It's me Clementine."
"Clem, where are the others and how?" Glenn as well as everyone else just stared at me confused.
"Let's get somewhere safe and I'll explain everything." I told Glenn and he nodded. We walked up to a building and went inside. It looked safe enough. "Ok, here is the deal Glenn, Lee and the others are gone. I'm alone now and I'm ok with it though I do miss Lee." Glenn looked away from me sadly. "Don't feel to bad Glenn, there is some good news." I pulled out a cup with a lid and handed it to Glenn. "Drink that Glenn, It's my blood." Glenn looked at me like I am nuts but again, I couldn't blame him. "Let me put it this way Glenn, I'm immune to this disease which is why I am having you drink my blood. Drink that and it'll take over, if you get bit or scratched by the undead and you'll be fine. I'm the cure to this virus." Glenn looked at the red liquid in the cup but took a deep breath and drank it down. "Good and by the way, if any of you need any proof at all, take a look." I raised my shirt up a bit to show off the big bite on my side. Then I showed them the other five marks I've received. "Bites, scratches, you name it." I said with a smile on my face for the first time in a long time. I couldn't be sure but I'm sure that it's due to seeing Glenn again. "I don't mean to be rude but I haven't had anything real to eat for five years or so, do you have anything?" I asked and soon I would regret it.
"Yeah Clementine, we have some food but what did you mean by real?" Glenn asked me the question I didn't want him to ask. I looked to the others who are still stunned.
"You really don't want to know." I told Glenn over and over but he insisted. "You really want to know fine." I must be crazy for telling them this. "I've gone cannibal in the worst way possible." First Glenn and the others looked like they may throw up but when I said possible is when they really became confused. Glenn wouldn't let up until I told him. "Fine, I'll tell you but you'll throw up, I know I do. I've been living on zombie ok, without food and being immune, it was the last of my options. Don't worry though, I cook it first." I know that didn't help and as expected, they all threw up. "I warned you but seriously, real food please." I practically begged. Once everyone finished throwing up, they nodded and gave me some food. I stuffed my face so fast it wasn't funny.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed and this is the first time I've ever done a story like this. I've never done a story from a person's point of view before so I hope it came out ok.