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Adrenaline pumping and spine tingling, I can feel my legs about to give and yet I still run. Carver is dead and his camp has got to be crumbling at the seams. Walkers were all over that place, we were lucky to escape, but at what cost? Carlos is dead, Sarita might be dead soon, and Sarah is gone. It's all just so screwed up.
The walkers fade in the distance, but I don't stop for nothing. I'm on my own yet again. The only difference this time is I know where to go. Parker's Run should be just down the road I'm running on; I only hope that the others make it.
My face stings with salty tears and the pain from the blow I took from Troy. That guy was almost as bad as Carver, good thing he's dead too. The air is stale and the sky is dark. I feel the need to stop, but I just keep running. Memories playback in my mind; all the times I ran from danger, all the times I escaped death. Without warning, I trip and fall on my side, yelping in pain as I slide to a stop. I breathe heavily and remain on the ground. Looking up at the sky, I welcome the thought of dying. I failed everyone, got them killed. Lee's words replay in my head. Everything we will ever do is dangerous. We'll get better, faster, and stronger. More tears leave my eyes.
I squeeze my eyes shut and mutter aloud "I'm sorry, Lee."
I hear feet approaching and prepare myself for my demise. I'll be with Lee soon.
"Come on, Clem! I got you!" a voice says. I feel myself being lifted up off the ground. "Clem! Clementine! Come on, kid stay with me!" It's Luke.
"Luke?" I say weakly.
"Oh, thank god. Just hang on. We're almost there," he's out of breath, but still running.
I guess I should be thankful he hasn't given up. Even with everything back at Carver's camp, he's still pushing. Smiling slightly, I relax the best I can as Luke runs. My head bobs and my arms hang limp, numbness envelopes my entire being. Desperately, I cling to consciousness.
"Alright, Clem. We're here." Luke slows to a walk.
I groan.
"Hey, Clem! You okay?" he exclaims.
"I'm fine," I grunt.
"Here, you need to sit down," he places me down.
"Clem! Are you alright?" a voice asks.
I open my eyes and see Kenny crouched in front of me. The bandage on his eye still soaked in blood. All I can do is wrap my arms around his neck.
"It's okay, darlin'. We're safe," he pats my back in an attempt to comfort me.
Tears stream down my face yet again, "I'm so sorry, Kenny! I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright, hon, you're safe, that all that matters," his voice is low.
My lip quivers, "I didn't know what to do. I just…"
"I know, Clem," he hugs me tighter.
It feels like hours before I let go of Kenny. Examining the area, I'm glad to see that everyone is here, but frown when I realize that Sarah still is unaccounted for. A knot forms in my stomach. She could very well be dead. I shake my head and try telling myself she's alive. I stand looking at the sign looming above. It reads Parker's Run; we did make it. Everyone crowds around one side of the open lot we're in. I walk over with Kenny to see Luke wrapping Sarita's stump. My stomach does a flip looking at what I did. She's unconscious by the look of it. My eyes widen as I step back over to the bench to sit down. Kenny joins me.
"Clem, don't beat yourself up. You might've just saved her life," he says.
"B-but, now she has no hand," I stammer.
"But she's alive. That's all that matters," his voice decreases in volume.
I just sit silent, staring at the ground. Everything I've been through, all the stuff I've had to do; this has definitely left me wondering. This life is hell, and the people in it are either blood thirsty or dead. I begin to question why I'm alive again. Even with Kenny, Luke, Nick, Bonnie, Sarita, Jane, Mike, and Rebecca here, I still feel alone.
"Kenny," I whisper.
"Yeah?" he answers.
"Why are we doing this?" I ask still staring blankly.
"What do you mean?" he asks puzzled.
"Why are we still here? I feel like everything is just so out of control."
"Well, it is Clem. But that doesn't give us an excuse to give up. We just have to keep living," he sounds so sure.
I look up at him, "Kenny."
He looks at me with the best comforting face he can muster.
I sigh, "I miss Lee."
"I know darlin'. I know," he says softly.
I lean against him and he places his arm around me and on my shoulder, squeezing me softly. I just watch the others as they talk and tend to Sarita, my face still burning in pain and wet with tears. Death is everywhere in this world, but Kenny makes a good point. We can't give up; Lee would want me to keep going, to keep living.
"I'm going to walk around a bit," I say standing.
"Okay, just stay close and be careful," Kenny says.
I nod and walk to the other end of the lot. Trash litters the ground, sprawling out among the grass. I bet this place was a great place for tourists. I never actually went to any tourist attraction before everything went down. Sadness washes over me as I recall the things I've never done because of this world. My parents talked of taking me places at times. I only wish they could have done so.
A sparkle of light catches my eye. I walk over to it to see something red. I realize what it is after I pick it up.
"Sarah's glasses," I say to myself.
I look around hoping to see her somewhere near, but nothing catches my eyes. Maybe she's out among the site somewhere.