Chapter1
The night sky hovered over Clair, who was standing in the middle of a street in Woodbury. She was all alone, as if she was in a ghost town.
Ghost, she thought. Suddenly, everything went dark an cold. She could hardly see her surroundings. Then, she heard footsteps. Chills crawled up her spine. She knew what it meant, she knew what was coming, and she didn't want to face that evil again. She felt for her knife when she saw a dead body laying right in front of her.
Milton...
Tears ran down her face. She couldn't stand to see him like that again. It was painful to even think of the image. She found the knife she carried on her belt and stabbed her arm, saying, "Wake! Up!"
Clair woke up in a car she shared with Michonne and Carl, which were still sleeping. She looked out one of the car windows and saw Rick and Daryl carrying a conversation, probably about the events that occured the previous , she looked beside her and saw her wolf, Kerchakt. The wolf had a brown coat with black streeks all over.
Clair sighed."You excited?" Clair looked up and saw Michonne looking staight at her. "I'm not sure," Clair replied. She rubbed Kerchact's head, then said," I need some air." Clair then opened the door on the opposite side of Rick and Daryl.
"Hey,Clair," Daryl said once she joined
them."Hey, Daryl. Can you guys do me a favor?"
"It depends on the favor," says Rick."It's a small favor,Rick."
Rick motions Clair to sit down. When she did, Rick asks," What is the favor?"
"When we get to Terminus," Clair begins,"I want to go by myself to explore and see if anything dosen't look right." Then Daryl presses,"And us?"
" One of you is going to be carrying my stuff because it will slow me down and I don't want to bury it because..." Clair's voice trailed off."Never mind, it's stupid."
"I'll cary it for you," Daryl said insistantly."You don't have to-"
"I want to," Daryl interrupted." If whatever you have in there is that close to you, sure. I mean, you think I would bury this?" Daryl smiled and patted his crossbow that he had in his lap. Clair couldn't help but give a weak smile. "Thanks Daryl." She then gave Daryl a small hug before getting up to head towards the woods.
"Don't wander off too far!" Daryl called. Clair froze. Those words, those esact words...
" I won't," she replies and dissapears in the forest."Strange..." Daryl mutters.
" Why did you agree to take her stuff?" Rick asks. "She has been having a hard time," Daryl answered,"harder than she can usually handle. She's been crying in her sleep and then she starts to thrash around. I thought it was the least I could do to help her out." Daryl then lets his gaze wander off." There's something else," he continues." While she cries in her sleep, she seems to be... smiling."
Rick's eyes widened. For Clair, that was strange. For as long as they have known her, she has never done that.
A man sits alone inside what seems to be a storage unit. In between the candles that were lit, there was a picture of a little red headed girl that was laying down, holding two fingers up, and smiling at the cameraman. Just looking about that picture made all the memories of her flooded the man's mind. He wanted to stay so he could go through all those memories, but he couldn't.
He had work to do.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, that's why I'll be posting chapter 2 later.