Clementine stood in a clearing with walkers closing in on all sides. Fear consumed her as she clutched her gun. She sank to her knees, ready to give up. "I'm sorry, Lee. I'll see you soon," she cried placing the muzzle to her head. Just she was about to pull the trigger, a loud growl rips through the clearing. A large black wolf with yellow eyes jumps out of the trees landing in front of Clementine and snarls at the walkers. The walkers continue to shamble toward the little girl only to be ripped apart by the wolf. While the wolf is occupied, a couple walkers sneak up on Clementine. She gasps and aims her gun. Shots ring out as she downs the corpses in one sweep. She turns back to the wolf to see it ripping the head off the final walker. The beast roars before turning to look at Clementine. Terror appears on her face again as the creature stares into her eyes. She begins to slowly back away as the wolf starts walking toward her. It towered over her like a skyscraper kissing the sky. She scrambles to back away faster only to fall of her backside. Shuffling back against a tree, the wolf stops in front of her and bow its head. Clementine looks at it confused as it stares into her eyes. She whimpers slightly and her lip quivers as the beast continues to look deep in her amber eyes. A low rumble escapes the wolf's chest and then, "You okay kid?" it says. Clementine's eyes widen and she yelps. "Easy, easy. I'm not going to hurt you," the wolf says in a deep, hard voice. Climbing to her feet, Clementine rubs her eyes and show genuine bafflement. "Am I hallucinating?" she questions. "No, you're not," the wolf replies. It then steps back and begins to shrink. Its fur begins to disappear and its paws turn to hands and feet. The wolf has now become a man, a muscular man with a chiseled jaw and broad shoulder. He has a light beard with brown hair. His eyes appear as yellow as a banana. He stands up wearing a white shirt with black pants and a tie. Clementine stares with her mouth hanging open. "Name's Bigby," he says slowly extending his hand. Clementine slowly slakes his hand. "I'm… Clementine," she stammers.