It's Family
Clementine POV
"Find Omid...and...Christa. Stay safe. And Clem, keep that hair short."
"I will! I will, Lee!"
"Good. And Sweet Pea..."
"Yeah, Lee?"
"...I love you." With that, lee's head fell limp, and my eyes were destined to be bloodshot once again.
This was enough to bring my eyes to salty tears. Lee, my guardian, is dead. Or deceased, if that makes it feel better. But nothing will make it better. Nothing!
My stupid self was glaring at the tree in front of me, untill Christa rested her hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, what are you doing up? It's like...three in the morning! Damn, why is it so hard to tell time?" She let out a small giggle. But I didn't find it funny. Not in my condition.
"Maybe 'cause we're in the middle of an apocalypse? And we don't have a watch?" I said sarcastically.
"Clem, I know what's going on here. Look, Lee was a great guy-"
I cut her off. "Don't fucking talk about him!"
"I-I'm sorry. Just, please get some sleep." She said, sadly.
"Sorry. I just don't want to talk about it." I said, laying down on the cold ground around our little camp in this forest.
"It's fine, Clem. Just get some sleep. "
"But I can't." I admitted."You can't sleep?" I nodded my head. "Well, I have a present for you. I was gonna give it to you for your birthday, which is next week, but I think now can be an exception, too."
"What is it?" I started to become curious. What would I want for my birthday? Survival is all I cared about. I live, for Lee. "Here." She pulled out a navy blue box. "It's a knife set. Wait 'till you try this on for size!"
She handed the box to me and I opened it up. Inside was a strap with a pocket. I strapped it tightly to my right arm and looked what else was in it. There was four knives. I put the sharpest one in the pocket strap that was hidden under my upper arm, near my shoulder and held up against my jacket sleeve. Then I put two in my black knee-length combat boots. One in one boot, another in the other. I took the fourth knife and attached it to my belt, along with my gun. I looked pretty sexy and dangerous. Even though I was eleven. I had a long sleeve blue shirt, tight skinny blue jeans, and black knee length combat boots. Along with my hat and a black hoodie. Since my hoodie was black, and so was the strap, it blended in.
"Perfect. Now, face the tree." I did what I was told. "Now unlock the knife on your arm." I did so, switching it to unlock, and waited for my next instructions. "Now, yank your arm towards the tree. Like your aiming a gun at it." I did it and was surprised when the knife shot out at the tree, hitting it and going strait in.
"Good. See? They're throwing knives. I think they will come in handy when you don't have a gun. Now go get it." She said, but I was already at the tree, trying and failing at pulling it out. I stepped closer to the tree, pulling it strait out, and almost hit myself in the face with my wrist. I put it back in the hidden strap and locked it, so no 'accidents' happen.
"Now, get some sleep."
"Thanks, Christa. I can sleep now. Goodnight..."
I nodded my head at her and shut my eyes, only to be woken up by a snap. "Did you hear that?" I whispered. Christa shot up next. "Hear what? Clem, you know you have way better hearing than me. What did you hear?"
"A snap." I said. "Like a twig breaking?"
"Yeah."
"Might be a walker. Or worse, a bandit."
"Bandits." I corrected her.
"Yeah."
I stood up, along with Christa. "Stay here. I'll check it out." She said. "Wait, what? No, no. I'll go check it out." I whispered. I couldn't risk attracting a walker, especially at night.
"Fine. I'll check over here, and you check over there." She pointed to an area with a bush next to a tree.
"Understood." I said, before walking over to the area. I checked in the bush and around it. Even in the tree. I was about to yell 'clear', but stopped when a click reached my ears. I knew that click all too well.
Flashback:
"Lee, please, please don't make me do this!"
"You have too, Sweet Pea. Or I'll become a walker. I don't want to become the very thing I swore to protect you from. Now, you have to pull the trigger. Please."
"Okay, Lee. For you..." I heard that click, the one that tells me the gun is loaded. Now, to just pull the trigger.
"I'll love you, Lee..." And then heard that other sound. The one I knew even better. The 'bang'.
End of flashback
"Looks like we caught ourselves a pretty one, boys!" I heard a rough voice. Great, bandits...
I turned around to come face to face with a group of men. Ten, to be exact. I wanted to reach and unlock my knife, but that would cause too much movement and they would notice.
"Where's your group?!" He demanded. He was the leader of the group. He had greasy black hair, with a grey cap on. He had an old grey beard and plenty of wrinkles, along with some yellow teeth.
"I'm by myself." I lied. The man became pissed, probably because I showed no sign of fear. And to be honest, I'm not scared. I'm not scared of anything, except those painful memories of Lee. I'm not scared of anything. Walkers, nope. Bandits, nope. Death...nope. I even pulled a gun to my head, but dropped it. 'Cause I made up my mind. I will live, for Lee.
"Don't fucking lie to me, girl!" He yelled. At this point, he'll attract walkers.
"If you keep shouting like that, you'll attract walkers." I said, calmly. He became even more pissed off. You could tell, just by looking at his red, wrinkled face.
"What did you-" I cut him off.
"How old are you? Like...sixty? Or are you eighty? You have so many wrinkles! Wait, that was a rhetorical question. You probably smoked, huh? Bad boy!" I said, mocking him while I put up my finger, shaking it back and forth.
"Shut up! Now, where's your group?!" God, bandits are so funny to tease! They come up with the most funniest responses! Well, mostly, this one didn't.
"Didn't I already tell you?! I'm by myself!" I said, looking past him to the stifling bandits behind him, who were trying their best to contain their laughter. Hey, it's not everyday your bandit leader gets told off and is too stupid to realize it.
"Bullshit! Don't lie to me! You expect me to believe your out here all by yourself?"
"Naw! I believe you to ride your little dick faces outta here! So shut up before I cut off your dick off and reattach it to your head, proving you to be a dickhead!"
"The fuck? No child should be talking like that!"
"The fuck? No grandpa should be robbing a child!
"Respect your elders!"
"The hell I will!"
"I've had enough of this!"
"Aw! Really? I was just getting to the point where I was gonna cut yer face off!"
We kept bickering like that, and surprisingly didn't attract walkers. There must not be one within' five miles. Great. His men eventually got tired, and sat down against the tree. Wow. I've never got robbed this way. They got style.
"Johnny! Teach this bitch some manners!"
"Fuck you!" I yelled. Where the hell is Christa?
"Oh, and if you are looking for your friend, she's dead! We killed her before we came to you. Good luck with Johnny! He has a hard slap and shows no mercy when he tortures someone!"
Johnny was slowly making his way towards me, so I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and shouted out.
"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ASK FOR MY GROUP, FUCKER?!" I screamed. He only smirked in response.
"I didn't need anything from you, my men seemed a little lustful, but you are way underage. We may be bandits, but we're definitely not rapists! At least I'm not."
"Fucker." I said, before I was dragged away, down the hill. He dragged me by the hair, but I didn't care. A couple years ago, I got bit by a dog. It left a giant scrape and puncture holes on the bottom of my arm. I had to sew it up myself. Since that was after Lee died, and before I found Christa and Omid. I didn't feel pain since.
"Don't worry. Your death will be painful and slow."
"Isn't that what every girl wants to hear?"
He chuckled. "Maybe. But you're different. I ain't never heard of a little girl that can talk back to bill."
"Well, I ain't little."
"Sure. Whatever you say, kid." This was entertaining. I was starting a nice conversation with a man that is looking forward to torturing me.
"Ya know, I'm gonna enjoy this." He said.
We reached the creek, and he threw me on the ground. My blue jeans scraped the ground, and I got scrape marks all over my hands. He took out a pocket knife, and got on top of me, holding my thighs in place.
"No! Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled.
"Hold still!" He yelled. I kept squirming under his grip. And he raised the pocket knife to his right. Oh god! He's gonna stab my leg!
"Hold still! Or I'll make you!" I kept tying to raise my legs up, to dodge the stab, but was too late. He stabbed me. He brought his arm down in a quick motion, and it dived right into my left leg.
I wanted to yell, 'AHHH! NO! PLEASE STOP!' But I couldn't. I bit my tongue so hard, it drew blood. I know I said I don't feel pain, but now I do. I know it's confusing, but now I feel the pain. And its worse then it should be. It's like every single drop of blood and pain I should've felt then, was just bottled up and spilling out now. It's about ten times worse. And at the same time, I'm feeling pain somewhere else. My head was hurting like hell and my chest is beating rapidly! I feel like something unlocked in me. Like a spirit. Like my will just doubled. Is it Lee? Is he with me? He promised he would be there, right by me, even if he physically wasn't. What the hell is going on?! The pain was probably worse than a walker bite. But to make it worse, he ruined my jeans! And soaked them in blood! And, he twisted the knife around and stuck it in deeper, making the wound on my leg even deeper and wider, so I would probably attract walkers with the smell of my blood and bleed out.
I spotted a walker behind him in my blurry line of vision, and managed to raise my legs, so they were underneath his torso, and push him off of me. I wasn't successful, and since my legs were close to me, I took out the sharp dagger from my boot and stabbed him in the shoulder and put the bloody blade back in my right boot. He wasn't dead. He wasn't unconscious. I threw him off of me and the walker behind him screamed, which was weird. When I looked again, it was the other bandit. They butted heads and fell unconscious. I stood up, but was knocked over by some force, and fell into the icy cold river behind me.
Darkness.
I DO NOT OWN THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARACTERS. WHY DO I HAVE RO DO STUPID DISCLAIMERS. Well, I don't want to get into trouble. Untill next chapter! Please read and review!
