A/N: Hey guys! This story will center around what happened on the five day skip mark on Telltales The Walking Dead A House Divided. Flamers will be ignored.

Clementine hugged her knees to her chest as her body shook from the chilly breeze of the night sky. The fire they carefully built was small and dim for safety purposes as walkers were attracted to bright lights including large fires; one out of few things they could only see. However, walkers were the least of the group's worries as Clementine came to find and so, another reason a big fire was simply out of the question.

Thanks to said reasons, Clementine found herself in a sense of deja vu. Not too long ago, she and Christa were in a similar situation trying to cook a weasel with the same thinking; a trick Omid taught them from before. At least, that was the plan until the older woman's already waning patience got the better of her and said, said older woman disappeared into the darkness in search of more wood ending not only in disaster but their separation.

...Stupid Christa.

Clementine bitterly glared at the small fire pit before tearing her amber eyes away from it completely, spotting her group of six members huddling together for warmth. Sarah wrapped tightly around her father Carlos, her petite body shaking like a leaf underneath the man's sheltering arms who fought his lonely battle with the cold. Doting husband Alvin gave his wife Rebecca his oversize coat to her, said coat was massive on the heavily pregnant woman as she rested her head on his shoulder. Shifting her gaze to Nick, she wasn't surprised to see him in the same position he was in; ever since his uncle died, the defiant light in his blue eyes had disappeared turning them a dull grey and void of any and all emotion; no different from a walker so to say.

Catching movement out of the corner of her peripheral, her hand instantly fell to the hammer she had at her side before her muscles relaxed noticing it was only the other member of the group-a rather important one at that, too.

"Ok everyone," Luke called as he passed out some blankets, "We only have four, so everyone pick a partner."

Luke. A man who Clementine knew she could trust above anyone else. This man was who everyone looked to for a sense of guidance and a group no matter how small, needs direction; it is the basic necessity for any survival situation and they were going to need every ounce of it.

Now more than ever Clementine thought darkly as she scanned the bushes surrounding them for any sign of their pursuers.

Her amber gaze turned to the snowy peak of the mountain Luke had pointed to on his vintage paper map remember him saying it'll take the group about a week or so to get to their new destination and hopefully away from William Carver and his bandit gang. Clementine still didn't know much about any of these people but what choice did she have if she was ever going to find Christa?

If she was ever going to find Christa...

It had occurred to her sometime ago that if the gang Christa ran into the night they were separated were the same people they found at the river, than Carver was as dangerous as everyone said he was...

...Then Christa...

No, No, No! Clementine shook her head to be rid of the image of Christa's dying body sprawled on the forest floor! Christa was alive! She had to be! Clementine swore she would find her and find her she will! But even so, did she want to find her...?

People die because of me... Clementine felt tears form at the corners of her eyes as her thoughts ran wild in her skull. She thought of Lee, she thought of Omid, she thought of Kenny, she thought of Ben, and she thought of Christa. They were all gone because of her, because of her stupidity...everyone she knew and loved...

...And soon it'll be us... Nick's words haunted her more than she would have liked back in the shed, she knew, she just knew that in some way he was right or he was going to be...

Clementine soon noticed how cold and stiff her fingers were as she brought her hands to her mouth, blowing her breath on them in a white cloud of vapor to keep them from freezing as everyone turned in for the night even Nick laid on his side shutting his eyes to drift off into another nightmare, snuggling into the blanket he had all to himself.

...Wait? By himself?

"Here, Clem." Clementine heard Luke say as he sat down next to her holding his arm up offering her the other half of his blanket, "You can share with me."

Perplexed, Clementine inched closer to be in range of the blanket's corner as she wrapped herself inside it and all the while, pretending not to notice Luke's inviting arm, merely nodding in response.

"No prob." She heard him say hearing a smile in his voice before she felt his warm fingers around her shoulders. Reflexively she jerked away, afraid that someone else she cared about might disappear too, if they got close. However, Luke's hands never left. If he noticed her strange behavior he didn't show it nor reacted on it as he asked reassuringly, "Is that better?"

Lifting her frightened amber eyes to meet his warm brown orbs, his face was soft and he was smiling down at her in understanding. He of all people could empathize with the demons she carried. There was no hiding anything from this man as he was too stubborn for his own good to leave well enough alone. He was pushy with her and never let up even when she told him otherwise. Yet somehow, someway, through it all, he had wormed his way into her heart because of it.

"...Much." Clementine felt her body relax as she laid down on her side with Luke hugging her close

"I told'cha," Luke chuckled as he held her closer to his chest. "I'm an expert at talking to girls who don't want to talk to me..."

A/N: Like it hate it? Want me to continue?

Fun Fact: In "All That Remains" if you choose silence too many times, Luke says he is an expert at talking to girls who don't want to talk to him, implying that he has been rejected by girls, but continued to try to talk to them.