Clem's POV

Dying didn't seem so bad anymore. It's always been seen such a tragic thing that happened. But now I was ready for it, slowly but surely I'm bleeding out and I finally stopped fighting for my life. I had no family, no friends, nobody left to fight for.

Christa lost her life a few hours ago, she was the last form of family I had left. Took a bullet right to the back of her head. She saved me but now it seemed completely useless. She could've easily left me, ran away and lived perfectly fine by herself yet she didn't.

I escaped from the people who killed Christa. The bandits. Only now to be propped up on a rock, bleeding out through the dog bite on my arm. My vision blurry and my consciousness weaving in and out.

I fought the sleepiness and decided to get up. I only made it a few feet before a walker caught up to me and tackled me down. I fought against it for a bit, my arms nearly giving in.

This is it I'm gonna die.

"Grab her let's go."

I was suddenly picked up and rushed away from the gory scene. It happened all too fast.

"I uh... Think we're safe." A man said. His hands on his knees, wheezing for air. I looked up to the man carrying me, he was a lot younger than the first man. He had brown hair and brown eyes, he's definitely around his early 20's but it was hard to tell.

"Hey. You alright?" He said

"I'm… I'm fine."

"You sure? You don't look fine. Where are the people your with?" The brunette asked.

"It's just me now." I gave a very vague answer. I could've explained why but it was hard enough keeping my eyes open let alone trying to have a conversation.

"Oh. Well, I'm Luke and this's Pete." I look over to Pete. He was an older man, maybe around 40?

"I'm Clementine."

"It's nice to meet you, Clementine. Now we're gonna bring you back to our group. We got a doctor with us who can take a look at… OH, SHIT!" He basically threw me at least few feet forward. I landed right on my tailbone causing a chill of pain to crawl up my spine.

"Fuck! Dude, she's bit. Fuck man! What do we do?" Luke, the one who threw me, said.

"No! It was a dog! I swear. Look at it!" Pete sighed and knelt down in front of me, holding out his hand. I pulled up my sleeve to reveal the dog bite. It's been a little bit since I've last taken a look at it. It was definitely infected.

"Is it what she says?" Luke asked. I glared at him and he instantly looked down in guilt.

"Last I checked walkers mouths don't look like that. But it is badly infected so we should take her to Carlos. Get him to stitch it up for her." Pete says. Oh, thank god. I was a bit weary of going with them but it was either get killed by them or bleed out, so it's worth the risk.

Pete helped me up and we started walking.

"Sorry for uhh. You know, dropping you on your ass." Luke awkwardly apologized, scratching the back of his head. I almost laughed at him but I decided to just nod it off and continue walking. My whole body started to go numb and my vision blurry but I kept walking.

"Here we are." We entered a decently sized cabin. It was really warm compared to outside and it was candlelit making it seem really cozy.

"We're home!" Luke yelled, alerting his group. They came to the front door, most of them with a confused expression.

"You can't just bring random people here. What if she's working with Carver?" A short pregnant woman yelled.

"Damn. Very welcoming I see." I said sarcastically. "Look I don't mean to cause you people any trouble but I just need to fix up my arm then I'll be out of your hair."

"Please. Carlos?" Luke gave, who I guess was Carlos, a pleading look. Why is he trying so hard to help me? Just minutes ago he threw me onto my ass thinking I was bitten.

Carlos sighed, "Let me take a look." He examined the wound.

"Damn that must've hurt." A larger man said.

"It did."

"Well, it's infected no doubt about it. What exactly happened?" Carlos said, with a very thick accent.

"A few days ago I was scavenging around for food and came across a dog and it attacked me. I ended up being able to get it off of me but I had to kill it," I said sadly, "The poor animal was just hungry."

He thought for a second then guided me to the kitchen. I can't lie, I'm terrified. I sat at the table and watched as Carlos collected the necessary supplies.

"I never got your name." He said as he was digging through a first aid kit.

"Clementine."

"Alright, Clementine. I'm not going to lie, this is going to really hurt." He sat down across from me and started laying everything out on the table. Great.

"Ready?" He asked.

"As much as I'll ever be." Let's get this over with.

Luke's POV

"What were you guys thinking!?" Rebecca raised her voice. It was getting quite annoying honestly. Her thinking that she's in charge of everyone because she's the only women in the group. She always makes a huge deal over how, according to her, men can't think by themselves. It makes me feel bad for Alvin.

"That I didn't want an injured girl to die when we have the supplies and the ability to help her." I snap back. Which was risky to do, to be honest. No one raises their voice at Rebecca.

"And what if she's with Carver? Scouting for him and she just happened to get injured. You basically fell into his trap." She was starting to get irrational at this point.

"You really think he'd send a young, unarmed girl to find a group of 8 people? He may be crazy but he ain't dumb Rebecca." Pete finally stepped in.

"Exactly!" I say putting my hands to my temples.

"He does have a point, Rebecca," Nick says, sitting up from the couch. She sighs then walks away into the kitchen, where Carlos and Clementine are.

"Do you actually think it's a good idea to keep the girl here? Even if she's not with Carver it doesn't mean she or her group isn't dangerous." Nick hesitantly asked, avoiding eye contact with me.

"She said she was alone. Look, man, I don't know if we can trust her but we can at least help her." I said.

"Remember last time we tried to help someone?" He had a point but she wasn't bitten, by a lurker I mean, so she ain't gonna turn.

I decided to walk away from the scene to check on Clementine. I entered the kitchen to see that Carlos was already finished and was just washing his hands.

"Luke, do you mind bandaging her arm, please? I have to check on Sarah." Carlos asks me. I nod and he quietly thanks me, walking off.

I sat down across from her and started wrapping her arm. It looked much better than it did before but it still looked nasty. Poor girl.

"You must be pretty damn strong, I didn't even hear a peep outta ya." She chuckled at my comment, making me smile a bit.

"I've done this before, except I sliced open my leg. Plus I think the peroxide numbed it a bit." She replied, her face was well hidden by her baseball cap.

"There we go," I say to her. She examined her now bandaged arm. I felt so bad for her.

"You hungry?" A smile crept on to her face and she nodded. I got up and grabbed two bowls of oatmeal and two bottles of water then set it down on the tables. She looked hesitant for a second but started to eat.

"So what's your plan? You're always welcome to stay here if you'd like." I offer.

"I'm not sure actually. My last form of family died a few hours ago so I don't really need to be anywhere." She sadly looked down at her bowl. There's no way she'd ever even be associated with Carver, she's too broken, too human to ever be working for that psychopath.

"I'm real sorry Clementine." She gave me a sad smile then continued to eat. She probably hasn't had a good hot meal in a while, judging from her scarily small frame.

"So you couldn't have survived all this time on your own, who took care of you?" I know it was kinda nosey of me to ask but I guess curiosity got the best of me.

"A lot of people actually. My parents weren't really around but a man named Lee found me. We met up with other survivors and tried to make it. It didn't really work out. Anyway, things happened and I ended up here." She sighed. "What about you?"

"I was with Nick when this thing started so I went with him and his Mom to Pete's house for a few months. We ran out of food and ended up finding Carvers place. It was a blessing at the time before we realized he was a psycho. Long story short we got out of there and now we're here. Rebecca thinks he's still after us though. Honestly, he might be."

"Damn." She muttered.

"Sorry to interrupt but tomorrow we're thinking about going to the river. We set up some fish traps, maybe we caught some good grub for dinner tomorrow. You guys up for it?" Pete asks us as he walks into the kitchen. I look to Clem to see her answer.

"Sure."

"Yeah, I'll go to," I say after her.

"Then it's settled." Pete states. "Anyway, I think it's time to hit the hay. I guess we can finally get use out of that extra twin bed in your room, Luke... If that's alright with Clementine of course."

Her head shot up to the sound of her name. "Uh yeah, it's fine. I guess." She mumbled. "Wait you sure? I could always sleep on the couch?"

"No, it's fine. Really." I reply. Pete chuckled then walked out of the kitchen. "Night you two."

"Night." We say in unison.

We got up from our spots and walked up the stairs. "That's Sarah's room, Carlos's, Nick's, Rebecca and Alvin's, the bathroom, and finally mine," I say pointing to each room. On the way to my room, I stop at one of the closets and grabbed a few blankets.

"Are you sure it's ok that I stay here? I mean you guys have already helped more than you needed to."

"It's fine. The only person who isn't really okay with it is Rebecca but she'll warm up to you. I promise." I hand her the blanket and pillows and we continue to the bedroom.

"Damn, I haven't slept in a real bed in so long." Clementine says, as she climbs into the bed.

"That... really sucks." I reply, not knowing what else to say. She chuckles then proceeds to get comfortable in the bed. "Night."

I turned off the light then climbed into my own bed. I felt terrible for her, I barely know anything about her but from she's told me I can already tell she's been through hell. Like how pettit her body is already concerning but the way she speaks to people, whenever someone offers to help her she immediately feels like she owes us something. How she instantly thinks we were out to hurt her.

A/N: SOOOO! That was my first chapter to my first ever fanfic! I'm going to be updating as much as possible. Please, please, please review and tell me how you like the story so far. If anyone has any suggestions for any scenes I would be more than happy to incorporate them into the story. I have so many plans for this story and so many ideas! Also, how are you guys liking season 4 so far?

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p.s - If y'all wanna give me advice on how to write better etc. DO IT! Just don't be an asshole, I'm a sensitive bean.