Author's Note: Well,since I'm a sucker for making dire situations even worse...

This is my first go at a Walking Dead Game fic. I kind of had this idea kicking around and thought that I would give it a shot. I've been wanting to write something about Nick, seeing as he didn't get much character development and wanted to use Clementine to help gain that. This first chapter is a little weak and kind of short, I think, but the next will hopefully be better. I might draw certain plot points out longer than they were in the game, might even drift from the plot of the game all together, I haven't quite decided yet, but this will probably end up an AU of the second season.

Anyway, enjoy.

The Man That Shot Me

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Chapter One

It was very difficult, waking up from what could have been classified as a fever dream.

Clementine wasn't sure how long she had been out, dreaming about freezing cold rivers and dogs with huge jaws that had rows upon rows of teeth. She could have been passed out for hours, maybe minutes, but all that she was aware of was that the surface she was laying on was very hard, her arm was still burning and felt...wet. Was...Was she still bleeding?

She had been found, though. Clementine could remember trying to run from a walker that had eventually overpowered her, but was rescued by an older man, Pete, and another man, Luke. Yes, Luke had dropped her, Clementine's shoulder still aching slightly from being dropped like she had. Though, she couldn't really be too angry about that, they thought that she had been bitten by a walker and not a dog. Still, it was confusing and more than just a little bit concerning that she still hadn't been patched up.

There was a low ringing in her ears as she attempted to open her eyes, struggling to do so. She could see that there were people standing above her, her attention being drawn to a man with a ball cap on his head, thick black hair sticking out around the back of his neck. He was talking with the man known as Pete, rifle in his hands. There was also a pregnant woman, who's voice was the first to reach her ears, as muffled as it was. Slowly, she started to piece together what they were talking about.

"Now, hold on, Rebecca," what sounded like Pete said, Clementine's eyes rolling as she tried to look at each person as they talked, a sense of urgency starting to build up.

"We got this, don't worry," the man with the rifle said before the pregnant woman, 'Rebecca', responded.

"Like hell you do," she snapped, "Did anyone even think to ask where she came from? For all we know, she could be working with Carver!"

Working with who? Clementine thought, blinking as she continued to look up at the group, moving her arms gingerly to try and sit herself up.

"She already told us that her and her friend got attacked. Then she was bitten by a dog," Pete responded, his voice now pretty clear in Clementine's ears, along with the others.

"What? And you just believed her? You should have put her out of her misery right there," Rebecca said, her voice harsh as Clementine started to sit up, trying to piece together what she wanted to say. "Dog bite my ass."

Whoever Carver was, it didn't matter at the moment. She needed to get this dog bite looked after, it was deep and needed to be stitched and bandaged from what she could tell.

"I need a-" Clementine started, pushing herself up a little more to try and stand, but suddenly found herself back on the ground.

A gunshot rang in her ears, a very sharp pain in her abdomen that caused her to cry out. She...She had been shot! Someone shot her! She could see the group of people jump at the sound, Pete rushing towards her as she felt his hands pressing against her stomach. Clementine grit her teeth against the white hot pain that caused, Pete yelling something at the man with the rifle, who looked like he attempted to respond defensively, but looked rather shocked with himself, too.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck!?" a new voice yelled out, Luke appearing in her vision again as Clementine tried to focus on something other than the pain that she was in at the moment. The dog bite was bad, it was really bad, but this?

"You fuckin' shot her!?"

"I-I didn't mean to, alright?" the other man responded, Luke grabbing the rifle from him, "You guys were tellin' me to fuckin' shoot her and..."

Clementine was losing focus again, she was in too much pain. She...she wanted to sleep now. Her mind was blanking out, blackness eating away at the sides of her vision once again as she could see Pete's face looking down at her. He was saying something, Clementine really trying to focus on what he was saying.

"You have to stay with me, Clementine."

"Carlos!"

Her eyes drifted shut, Clementine's head lulling back against the ground.

"Clementine! Shit!"