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I put my palms flat on the surface of the door and pushed. This is my fault! I shouldn't have believed that person on the other end of my radio. Now he has me locked inside a room. How could I be so stupid?! Some random guy talks to me, claims to be with my parents, and I just believe him?! I pushed the door harder. Whatever the man had against this door was heavy! I stopped my attempts after I heard a squeak. I paused and listened. I heard... footsteps? Lee? I smiled. I knew he would come for me.
"Hello!" I spoke loud enough for him to hear me, "Who's out there?" I was answered by a brief pause.
"Quiet please," I heard the stranger, "Sweetie." I felt hope. Lee was here. I was going to be alright!
I pushed against the door once more. Same result as before, nothing. I heard them talking out there. I couldn't make out the words, but I knew it wasn't anything good. Getting frustrated, I clenched my teeth and used more force on my palms. Nothing. My arms were getting tired. I jumped slightly when a heard a loud yelp. The yelp was followed by noises of things falling over. I just stood there and listened. I'm not sure how long it was before I heard a gunshot. Somebody died. My breathing quickened and I felt something pump through my blood. Something snapped into me as I was finally able to ignore the pain throughout my body and open the door wide enough for me to squeeze out.
My eyes wandered around. I covered my mouth with my hands. I saw Lee, on the ground. He had a hole in his chest that hadn't been there before and blood began to leak all over. I could barley feel my legs as I took a step forward and kneeled by him. I placed my hands on him and began to shake the man I adored, "Lee?" I had tears in my eyes, but my voice didn't show it, "Lee, wake up." I shook him harder.
The stranger spoke to me with his spooky, low voice, "Don't worry, honey, he can't hurt you now."
I stared at Lee's lifeless corpse. This was my fault, all my fault. I shouldn't have listened to the stranger. And now Lee was dead because of it. My eyes swelled with tears, "Lee, no..." The stranger put his hand on my shoulder, "C'mon darling, you gotta let him go. I'll protect you now, unlike him."
My sadness turned to rage. My face became hot and I clenched my fists, "You monster!"
This time, the man responded differently. He pulled the gun on me, "Step away from him, Clementine. He's dead. And don't ever speak to me like that."
I panicked, I didn't have a gun. I didn't want to, but I slowly scanned Lee's body. No gun, my old walkie-takie. A butcher knife. I reached for it, when the man pushed the barrel of the gun harder against my head. "Don't even think about it." I retracted my hand and stood up. He suddenly struck my face with the butt of his gun. I held my cheek in pain as more tears spilled from my eyes. The man kept his gun on me while he picked of Lee's knife. He grabbed my wrists and binded them together with some rope he had. Then he placed the blade on my wrist and quickly pulled it across my skin. I cried out as a little blood leaked from the cut.
The stranger snapped, "You will be obedient, or that will get worse, missy!" I gulped and nodded quickly.
He gave me a shove and sent me to the ground. He kept his gun aimed at me as he picked up the walkie-talkie on Lee's belt. He looked at it and dropped it on the table. "You're parents are dead, but don't worry. We can have a family, you and I. He suddenly swung the butcher knife at my walkie-talkie. I watched as he continuously destroyed the device I used to talk to my real parents. Sure, it was make believe, and it's what got Lee killed, but it still meant something to me.
My tears now flew freely down my cheeks. I wasn't able to peel my eyes away from the scene. They unwillingly looked back and forth between the body of Lee and the destruction of the walkie talkie. Instinct ran over me as I quickly got up and tapped the stranger franticly, "Stop please!" I begged as more tears streamed down my face. He sent another swing down at the device before looking at me with stern eyes.
"Clementine we're family. Part of being a family is making sacrifices for each other," he turned his head to the bowling bag that he carried around, "Isn't that right, Tess?"
I gulped. I hate it when he talks to that bag. I don't know exactly what's in there, but I can only assume The worse. I could hear a faint growl in response to the mans question. I looked back at Lee. I did this. I might as well have been the one that shot him. Lee's dead! Every second I had ever spent with that man suddenly flashed through my head. And there wouldn't be anymore seconds. This was it.
"Clementine," The stranger spoke again in a scolding manner, "Look at me," I felt the stinging on my wrist and decided that I didn't want to take any chances on him fulfilling the promises he made about it getting worse. I obeyed and looked at him, with fear in my eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" My voice came out in a whisper.
He put a hand on my shoulder, "Clem, I freed you. I know you're too young to understand right now. But I'll look out for you." I was about to say something, but he wrapped an arm around me and squeezed me into a forceful hug. I shivered in disgust. He quickly stood up and dragged Lee's body out of the room.
"What are you doing?! I demanded to know. He tossed me a glare.
"We're staying here for the night," He informed me and stepped back in the room. He shut the door and moved a something to barricade it, "There are too many walkers out there to leave now."
"You're not going to-" My voice trailed off as I realized that he was going to let Lee turn into one of those things. I couldn't full wrap my head around the situation. Partially because he hit me in the head with a gun and now I had a headache. I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, but they just kept flowing.
The stranger gave me an evil smile, "Look honey, he just wasn't capable of protecting you. You're lucky to be alive. He's put you in to much danger. You should be glad he's gone."
I scowled, "Killing people is bad no matter what. That wasn't necessary! And it's worse when you kill someone I love!"
I didn't want to test the stranger, it just slipped out. I held my tongue and looked away after I spoke. I heard loud footsteps. I cried, "Please, don't hurt me!" I felt something ram into my stomach. It pushed me a good distance from my original position. I held my abdomen as I coughed. The stranger walked up to me again and kicked me again. I fell over again and coughed. He continued this until I was coughing up blood.
He stood straight, "I told you, that tone will not be tolerated. No super for you tonight."
I looked down, them suddenly heard a banging at the door. Lee. I stood up, only to have the stranger grab my binded wrists and lead me back to the room I was in before. He snapped, "Guess you'll be sleeping on the cold, hard floor tonight, Clem." I hated it when he called me by my nickname. I don't know why, but it sounded like he would use it against me at some point. And how the hell do you use someone's nickname against them?
The stranger gave me another evil smile, "Goodnight, Clementine." He never untied my wrists. The room was freezing and empty. I curled up on the floor. The tears fell like a waterfall, and soon, I was laying in a pool of my tears. I hiccupped, hoping the man wouldn't come in to hurt me again. Lee was dead, and it was all my fault. Now I was stuck with some psychotic man. I swore to myself, I will kill this man. I will find my old friends, and it'll all be okay.
I tried to think of what Lee would've said to me, "Don't worry sweat-pea, you'll be alright, your can figure yourself out." I brushed my fingers through my hair to realize my hat was missing. Lee didn't have it on him, the stranger never took it. Oh yeah, it fell off when the man picked me up and ran. The last thing that reminded me of my parents. Crying was useless, but I still did it anyway. It took me a while before I finally cried myself to sleep.
Three days later
My pace became slower. I felt my stomach growl, begging for food. I was tired. After I woke up that morning in the Marsh House the stranger marched me all over the place. I felt my hands jerk forward and I looked up at the stranger. God, I hate this man. In addition to me bindings, he held onto a rope that connected with the base of rope I already had tied to my hands. Like a dog on a leash.
"Keep up, Clem," I quickened my pace. I looked around. This street seems familiar, "We're stopping for a bit," The stranger informed me. He still refused to give me a name. We stopped in one of the nearby houses. He started to look all over the place. Scavenging, looking for supplies. I turned and stared at him. I shifted uncomfortably and felt the rope rub against my skin. I winced slightly. I'm sure the rope is giving me a rash and I'm positive that my skin has started to break under them.
"Daddy," He told me to call him that. If I call him anything else he hits me, "Can you please let me help?"
He raised an eyebrow at me, "Have you done this before?"
"Yes," I nodded and tired to make my eyes look big. I figured out that if I look cute and do as he says then he'll go easier on me, "Please daddy?"
He kneeled down in front of me and took my hands in his. He stroke my fingers with his thumbs before he loosened the ropes. I smiled slightly. as soon as My hands were out of their prison, the stranger grabbed me by the back of my neck tightly and put his mouth next to my ear. I tensed and shut my eyes. "Don't get any smart ideas," His rough voice told me. I nodded and he let me go.
As promised, I looked around the rooms. Mainly searching for food. I'm so hungry. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I found a box of cereal. I was a lot less happy when I discovered it was empty. I sighed. I put the box back on the counter, but it fell. I crouched to pick in up and I found a knife. It was neatly tucked by the heater. I reached out and grabbed. it. It's not that dull, and obviously had been previously used. Good enough. I grabbed one of the washcloths by the sink and wrapped it around the blade. I quickly wrapped one more around it, just to be sure. I tucked it into my pants and made sure it wasn't horribly noticeable.
"Clementine!" My head snapped in the direction of my, 'daddy's' voice, "How do you feel about staying here for the night?"
I quickly nodded, "Sounds good." I turned, but he quickly grabbed me and before I knew it my hands were once again, tied. He escorted me to my room for the night and locked me in.
'This is just fucking ridiculous!' I thought to myself. I knew Lee would never do something like this, he took better care of me. Tears began to form as I thought of Lee again. I placed my hand on the cut 'daddy' gave me once. Yesterday, I told him to fuck off, he used Lee's old butcher knife to give me a nice large cut on my cheek. All this enraged me greatly. I wanted to kill the man, I never could've hated someone more than I hated him. Now I actually had a weapon. Yeah, it was small, but it'll work. I tried to look around the room for something to help me. I noticed a flower vase on a low dresser. I smiled, 'That'll work.' I walked over and threw the vase on the ground. It shattered into many pieces, with a loud SMASH!
'Clem, why are you such an idiot?' I thought. I needed fast action. I ran for the largest piece of glass and began to slice through the ropes. "Clem?" The stranger called from outside. "What happened?" I called back, "Nothing daddy! A vase just fell on the floor!"
I heard footsteps after a few moments. He was either leaving, or going to get something to cleanup the glass. Now or Never! I quickly finished cutting the ropes of my wrists. I stared at the bright red markings it made, 'That son of a-' I rubbed my wrists, that were also covered in cuts the man gave me. That bastard! I felt around for a bobby pin in my hair. Once my fingers brushed against it, I yanked it out. Some of my curls fell, but I didn't care. I ran to the door and began to use the bobby pin to unlock it. Once I heard a click, I whispered-screamed to myself, "Yes!" I drew my knife and removed the washcloth. I opened the door, thinking, 'This is a stupid idea.'
The man was nowhere in sight, I snuck around the room. My fist was tightly clenched on my knife. I heard a voice, "Clem? Are you down there?" Shit, I needed to act fast. The man came out of a room upstairs to see me with a knife. His face expressed a death glare. Literally, this fight was gonna get one of us killed. 'Well, it's not gonna be me' I thought as I turned and ran into the kitchen.
I heard the man's feet race after me. I looked around for a place to hide. I spotted on open, empty cabinet. I jolted for it, happy that I was small enough to squeeze myself inside. I shut it behind me, then I heard the kitchen door open just two seconds after. I was trembling with fear. "Get out here you little bitch!" he called. I clenched the knife tighter, 'Common Clem, you got this.' I cracked the cabinet open and kept an eye on the man. I waited till his back was turned directly in front of the cabinet I was in. Then I made my move.
I moved quietly. I wanted nothing more than to just pounce on him and drive the blade into his flesh, but if I want to survive this I have to think a little. Due to his freakishly tall height I cant just leap on him. But I can slow him down. I gammed the knife in and out of his lower leg. He toppled over and yelled in pain. I thought this was going to be my chance to finish it. But to my surprise, he ignored the pain he was in and made a leap for me. I backed up. He almost grabbed me but I was able to run away. My eyes searched desperately for a hiding spot.
I bit my lower lip. Damn it! I heard his approaching footsteps and quickly dashed behind the couch. After I did it I mentally cursed myself. This is a stupid place to be. All he has to do is walk around from either side to get to me. Despite my horrible position, I stood my ground. I took a silent breath in and out. It was quiet for a moment, but I heard his steps again. Which way is he coming from? Left? It sounded like it was coming from the left. I crawled around the other end.
"Clementine," He said, "I know you're in here somewhere." instead of the steady sounds, he quickened his pace and his moves were frantic. Before I knew it, he had snuck up behind me and pinned my shoulders to the floor. The knife I had was pushed away.
"LET ME GO!" I yelled at him and resisted. Both of my hands were hitting him away. I somehow managed to squeeze my leg in the small gap between us. Laying my foot flat against his chest, I gave a sudden push and took him by surprise by the sudden force knocking him back. That gave me enough time to grab the knife once more. But he was fast. He grabbed my already sore wrist . I quickly latched my teeth onto his hand and bit so hard that I tasted blood. He gave a yelp and while he was focusing on the pain in his hand I pierced his throat with the blade.
He fell limp and I turned him over. There is no way this guy died that easy! I felt anger surface above all other emotions. I stabbed his body. Again, again, again, again. Sending bloody whacks to the remains of the man who killed Lee. I started to run out of breath. I stood up and looked at my work. Blood. Blood all over. I looked at myself. My clothes soaked, splatters on my face, and now my hands and the knife were now scarlet. Tears trickled down my face. I ran out of that house as fast as could.
When I got outside I realized this was the street that Ben left me and Chuck got left behind in. I dashed in the direction of where the mansion should be. Thankfully, I remembered. I opened the fence and walked into the back yard. I walked up to the door and tried to open it. Locked. Remembering the way I got in last time. I tried the dog door. it's unlocked. I crawled through. As soon as I was in I stopped moving. I sat down and allowed myself to take a break. I just killed a man.
I took a deep breath. The man that killed Lee, that I had wished dead, was actually dead. All because of me. I had a strange feeling, not a good one though. I didn't like being the reason people died, not matter how much they deserved it. I remember when Lee told me how he killed a state senator once. He had felt guilty about it, now I finally understood how that felt. I didn't like it, not one bit.
I stood up and began to search for my friends, "Kenny?! Ben?! Omid?! Christa?!" No answer.
I searched every room in the house. When I got to a double doored room at the bottom of the stairs, a broom fell out at me. I jumped back, "Holy shit!" When we first found this place, Lee was checking the downstairs, he had yelled, "Jesus!" once. The broom must've scared him too. I sighed at the thought of Lee again.
I went outside to find the shed, where I found the boat wide open. When I looked inside, the boat was gone! Did the group leave me here? Did Kenny just say, "Lee, you can go look for Clementine, but the rest of us are leaving." I couldn't believe Kenny would do that, but he did want to leave Ben in Crawford. Maybe he did blame me, maybe he did want me gone. I shook my head, 'I refuse to torture myself now.'
I went outside the fence to look for my hat. I went to exactly where the stranger picked me up, but the hat was nowhere to be found! I looked all around the yard, but it wasn't anywhere. I froze, staring off into nowhere. Suddenly, I let out a blood-curling scream, "AAARRRGGGHHH!" I ran back into the mansion and began to kick the dinning room table. I threw vases, pictures, and just about anything breakable at the walls and on the floor. When I just about exhausted myself, I collapsed onto the floor and let out large, loud sobs.
I cried for who knows how long before I heard someone banging on the door. I jumped up in surprise. At first I thought it was a walker, but then I heard a groan. "Goddammit!" It sounded like a female. I slowly approached the door with my knife at hand. Suddenly, it burst open, and a woman came in. She gasped, "Holy shit! Clementine?" She was wearing a red hoodie and had short blond hair.
"Molly...?"