Clementine nursed her sore arm and cursed the dog that bit her half-heartedly. She held her right for arm close to her body and her left hand hovered over it as if that could stop the pain or at least protect it from more damage. She knew it was a bit silly but she didn't really care.

It had been a few days since she ate, two to be exact but at least she hadn't run in to any walkers. Her gun was at her hip but she was pitifully low on ammo. She'd probably do better foraging somewhere else but had to admit to herself that she didn't want to stray too far from the camp in case Christa returned. She was strong and could take care of herself but no one no matter how old and powerful could survive alone for long. Lee had taught her that.

Something had snapped her from her reverie. A dark skinned woman with shoulder length locks and a sword strapped to her back was slowly approaching her, making a lot of noise (for someone whose survived the walkers this long). How had she not noticed her before?

"Who... Who are you?" Clementine asked. She'd learned a long time ago that playing the sheepish little girl made desent people trust her more.

"I'm Michonne," the woman said with a smile. It seemed forced but not unfriendly. The woman, Michonne, noticed Clementine's injured arm and unconsciously reached for her weapon. "Are you bit?"

Clementine's eyes widened as she shook her head. "It was a dog. It's a few days old." Michonne stepped closer to her but Clementine backed away.

"I just want to help you...?"

"Clementine," the little girl offered.

"I want to help you, Clementine. I'm sorry if I frightened you but one can never be too careful these days."

"Just don't try anything," Clem warned, warily but she met Michonne halfway so the woman could inspect her wound.

After a minute of gently holding Clem's wrist and searching with her eyes, she seemed satisfied. "It is a few days old," Michonne conceded. "If it were a walker bite the fever would have set in by now. You'd probably be a walker by now actually." Michonne stopped suddenly, afraid she might be scaring the girl, but Clementine seemed unfazed. "I'm no doctor but my group has one. If you come back with me he coulf get you patched up. If it is infected, we may even be able to spare some antibiotics."

Clementine looked torn. "Actually I've been looking fro someone... Christa. Have you seen a woman around here?"

Michonne shook her head. "No, but if you'd have a better chance of surviving to find her if you come with me, even if your arm wasn't potentially infected."

Clementine knew she was right but leaving the area still felt like she was abandoning Christa. They both had lost so much but she would have no chance of finding her friend if she died out here. "Do... Do you have anything to eat?"