I do not own any of these characters nor do I own 'The Walking Dead'. All of it belongs to its rightful owners. This story is not canon, just for fun.
The Walking Dead Fanfiction: Mirrors
(Clementine…)
Clementine walked along the fields for what felt like hours or even days. Hunger was settling in. She couldn't stop thinking about lee. Nothing to say, she started to doubt hope was real in a scary world like the distance.
(Kenny…)
Why? He asked himself as he stared at the smashed window in front of him. He had his chance to die and just end it all. Instead he just let pointless hope and fear control him. Then again, maybe…just maybe… there's a reason for all of this. For Katjaa,Duck,Carley,Lilly, and even Ben. Oh god Ben… he thought to himself. It should've been himself out there for all he's done. Kenny felt like sobbing, but his body was too exhausted to process all of his thoughts. He blacked out as sleep caught up to him.
Kenny woke up to a familiar voice. "Sleep well snorlax?" The voice was clearly female, and had a bit of sarcasm in it. "Molly?!" he blurted out.
(Molly…)
A shot rang out across the school hallway, striking molly. She felt a burning stab hit her. "Ahhhhh!" she yelled out in pain. The walker she held back pushed her to the floor as she lost strength from her wound. She swiftly crawled backwards and regained her strength. She couldn't give up now. Not until she finds… somebody? A reason? A soulmate? She raised her fist up to strike a walker in the jaw. Nothing changed, she still felt fear. To make matters worse, she could slightly see that Ben and Lee had abandoned her. She darted backwards towards the closing gap between the walkers. Losing her strength to stand, she was abruptly pulled back by her hood, and then dragged to the right, into a dark room. She slowly blinked her eyes trying to stay conscious. She kept them closed for a moment, then reopened them. There was a camcorder to her right and two hospital beds. Through the transparent window of the door in front of her she could see a gloved hand and a sword, slashing around about. Blood splattered on the window. She could hear what sounded like stabbing, cutting, and punching. She was drawn out of her trance when she was welcomed by a light brighter than the room. Through the door came a male figure. He was clearly about molly's age. He wore a dark green thermal zip-up hoodie, black camoflauge pants, brown hiking boots, finger-less gloves and a black airsoft mask with a bill.
Fear had struck her as she realized she didn't have strength to attack this person. She flatulated. The fear was quickly washed away when she heard his calm welcoming voice. "Hey, are you okay? Your bleeding pretty badly, oh god, please be aliv- GAH! What is that smell?!" he sounded like a young man. "He who smelt it, dealt it." Molly replied humorously. "Oh I see… well uhh…she who makes the first rhyme did the crime."She briefly laughed. To her surprise, he was quite friendly. Something about him made her return the friendliness. Normally, she would respond with her weapon, like she did with lee back at the docks. "Now YOU I like. I'm okay by the way…name's molly." She said. "Thanks, but I should probably do something about that wound." He responded with obvious concern. " Wait who are…Agh!" she winced at her shoulder. "Hurt much? Hahaha… oh shit! No! No! No!" he yelled as he started pumping at her blood-soaked shoulder. Molly blacked out.