Well, here it is! The sequel to Star Crossed. I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I have had a really busy year so far and writing has kind of been thrown away for a bit.

It's also been really important to me personally to write this story much better than I did the last. This means less dialogue from the game, more changes, and generally a better quality of writing. I hope I've managed to do that.

If you're new to the story, I'd recommend reading Star Crossed before this, as you may be quite confused for the characters and relationships.

Ok, end of my talking. Thank you for clicking on the story, I hope you enjoy it and I'll try to update as frequently as I can!

It had been over a month since we left Savannah. We were in an entirely new year since losing almost everyone. Five of us were left.

When we reunited with Clementine on the way to the train, she threw her tiny arms around me and cried. I kept her comforted like that for so long. The little girl told me how she saw her parents roaming the streets as the very monsters that had claimed many of the people we had grown to know and trust. She was nine years old and had witnessed more than could ever be right. She had seen her babysitter turn, had seen so many strangers die, had seen cannibalism and violent deaths. To top it all off, she had to shoot Lee and find us all alone. I knew that was going to begin the downfall of Clem's positivity; the hopeful spirit she had was ripped away and destroyed, leaving an empty little girl behind.

It was January when our reduced group moved onto different paths. We never knew where we were going exactly, we just knew we wanted to reach the countryside. We wanted to follow the plan that we'd decided after the boat went missing. The plan we had decided with the people who were now dead.

The winter storms hit badly and the snow lay thick around us as we followed the wind blindly.

"One benefit of the snow," Travis spoke, breaking our silence. "Is that we can see where people have been."

"Or walkers," I replied, not moving my eyes from the direction ahead.

"Yeah, or walkers," Travis repeated.

Without a moment's hesitation, Omid crouched down in the snow and I raised an eyebrow, stopping in my tracks and looking at him.

"What are you doing?" Christa asked him, a confused expression on her face.

"My favourite part of the snow," Omid smiled slyly, standing up. "Is this!"

Before I could avoid the attack, a clump of snow flew in my direction and hit me in the face.

"Omid!" I yelled. "You'll regret that!"

I dived to the floor as quickly as I could, scooping up the snow into my hands and throwing it quickly in the man's direction.

Travis laughed out loud and picked a snowball up from the ground, throwing it at me too.

"No fair!" I shouted. "Clem, defend me!"

Clementine let out a little giggle, which took me by surprise. Since the events of Savannah, I rarely heard a happy tone come from the girl.

Clementine made a quick snowball and so did I, but we were already being targeted by Omid and Travis.

"You're all such children," Christa laughed, a bright smile painted on her face.

"Hey, Christa," Omid grinned. "Heads up!"

A snowball hit Christa in the shoulder, and she shook her head while chuckling.

"You guys," I giggled. "We're gonna get sick from the cold if we carry on like this."

"Yeah," Travis agreed with a disappointed sigh, putting his hands in his pockets to warm them. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

Omid inched to Christa and brushed the flicks of snow from her clothes and hair before we continued walking with smiles on our faces. It was nice to have a moment forgetting what was going on around us. One of the best things about the snow, I had decided, was that it made us feel more normal and it gave Clementine just a moment of real childhood again.

We didn't do much else for months but travel. All we really ever did was walk, sleep, eat, walk some more, talk a bit, and kill the occasional walker.

We'd all found guns and knives to handle, making us capable of surviving more.

Thankfully, we discovered a house full of medicine, food and clothes somewhere along the way. It was like nobody had been inside since the start of the apocalypse.

I reluctantly left my torn, dirty red hoodie behind at the house and replaced it with clean clothing. There were many memories associated with it, I felt like getting rid of it was saying goodbye to everything I'd been through. Though in a world like this, being attached to the past was a hindrance.

Clementine found a new blue jacket to keep her warmer, and we found some bigger clothes for Christa, who's stomach was gradually increasing in size for the birth of her child. I sometimes thought about how hard it would be to raise a child in a world that had fallen apart, where everybody you didn't know was declared a threat.

I found a baggy grey t-shirt, which was good because it hid how much weight I had lost from the lack of nutrition. My priorities were to ensure Clementine and Christa ate whatever food we had first, since they were the ones who needed it most. Sometimes that meant Omid, Travis and I wouldn't get to eat much, despite their protests.

The t-shirt I'd claimed was more ironic than anything else. It had a picture of a hand, presumably a zombie's, reaching out from a grave. I had no other options, though. I collected a pair of black jeans that seemed to have faded in colour like they'd been washed too many times, but the colour of my clothing was the last of my worries.

Travis had also gotten rid of his own jacket. He'd been a little more eager to dispose of it than I had been regarding my own. I figured that he thought about Ben a lot when he saw it, since they wore the same ones, and also his other friends from their band that he'd witnessed the deaths or turning of.

We also found more food in the cupboards of the kitchen- a lot of food. The house was suitable to live in for a while, so we stayed there for at least a week but we set off walking as the snow started again, making sure we weren't trapped there since that was never a good situation to be in. We had carried on walking for a long time, hoping we could get as close as possible to safety for Christa and the baby.

Around March, we found a small house in the middle of the woods with nobody inside. Unfortunately for us, the cold house was so empty it had probably been uninhibited even before the outbreak. There was nothing inside except the basic furniture. There was a sofa, which seemed to have some sort of mold settling into the corner of one cushion. Christa still slept there one night, finding it more comfortable for her back than the floor. I decided to take first watch, not feeling like I could possibly sleep when I knew walkers could be nearby. I was taking no risks anymore.

Omid lay on the floor by the sofa, snoring lightly. Clementine was near him too, though I made sure she slept nearer to a corner of the room and away from any doors or windows. I didn't need to explain why; she'd seen enough of the apocalypse to understand.

"Aren't you tired?"

My cold, blue eyes moved from focusing on the sleeping people to the boy that lay on the floor beside me while I sat leaning against a wall.

"It doesn't matter," I told Travis. "It's more important to be watching this door."

Travis propped his head on his hand, balancing on one elbow where he lay. "Nothing's coming through there, Marce."

I drew my focus away again and to the door that had a cabinet moved in front of it as a barricade to delay any danger. "Can't be too careful."

Travis sighed and sat up. "What are you thinking?"

I shrugged.

"Talk to me," he urged. "We never get a chance to talk anymore. I miss it."

I tilted my head to look at him again. His face had grown even more hair and his eyes looked tired. He actually looked sick, but we all did. "Go to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping," he refused. "I'm not tired. You're gonna have to bore me to sleep."

I let out a small giggle. "You're such an idiot."

Travis smiled and shuffled to sit nearer to me, watching the blocked door with me. "Yeah, I know."