A/N: I didn't like the way I had started The Final Four, so I'm gonna hope to revise it and make it totally different. If I don't get to it until later, I apologize. But if you like the start of this, please leave a review. It really helps with my motivation. Have fun reading! I'll be sure to reply to any of the reviews (and questions) you have.
"No! We're leaving! All of us. Together."
"Clem. Please. It's safe here. You need to think about the―"
"Stop! Stop, okay? We're not staying, so just stop! That's that."
Edith glanced down sadly at the trio of survivors, forcing out a reply. "Sounds like... sounds like she means business."
Kenny let loose a soft sigh, his gaze glancing at the female up in the building, then back at Clementine. "Yeah... yeah it does."
Tears continued to fall from her eyes, glancing up at the second best guardian she could ask for.
"Come on... we're leaving."
Two duffel bags full of supplies for three. How did they get there? People risked their lives to save the trio, which resulted in their deaths. Clementine was extremely grateful for the amazing people she had met, but for every positive comes a negative. She was guilty. She was sad. She continued telling herself that she could've done more to protect her loved ones, but instead, they all protected her. And that made her angry, because most of them could be alive right now if she wasn't there.
"Clem?"
The petite girl gave a small shake of her head, her thoughts disappearing for the moment as her gaze averted to the wounded survivor. "Sorry, just zoned out a little. What is it?"
Kenny's hands were gripped firmly around the wheel, his gaze glued to the front of the vehicle as they drove by beautiful scenery, trees coated in the snow. It looked like a real wonderland― minus the fact that walkers wandered around aimlessly.
"There's gotta be somethin' out there, darlin'," he started, determination in his eyes as they continued down the snow-covered road. "I know there is, somethin' better than Wellington. Couldn't fit three more in my ass, kickin' out a pair of children for what? Because they're over-fuckin'-capacity? I call bullshit."
Clementine heaved a soft sigh, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. There weren't many good people left, or so it seemed at the moment. She had her doubts at better places than Wellington, considering that was the only place they had heard of. "I don't know, Kenny..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning along the snow-covered trees. "We have no idea what's out there... I mean, Wellington was the only place left for us."
Kenny glanced down at the baby resting in Clementine's secure arms, a hand reaching up to scratch at his beard. "Come on Clem— there's /gotta/ be somethin' out there." Clementine's eyes narrowed at the frosty road in front of them. The young girl remembered going to the Christmas' lights back before the apocalypse happened. She felt her stomach twist up in knots, the painful memories filling her head. She would do anything to go back— to go back to see the lights with her parents, to... see Lee again. She still had the image of him from back at the drugstore, that was the only thing she had left. And her hat from her father.
Her gaze averted to see a small house in the distance, her lips parting to say something. It wasn't anything special, but she needed out of the truck. Just for a few minutes. "Kenny?" she started, her hazel eyes glued to the house. "Can we stop there for a few? My legs are starting to hurt."
Kenny forced out a soft sigh, looking through the blindspot and his mirrors subconsciously before turning towards the direction of the house. Once they arrived, Clementine clicked off her seat belt, and opened the door. It felt amazing to feel the snow under her shoes, the breath of fresh air. "Thanks," she simply said, then slammed the door shut. She didn't want to stick around, just in case walkers or even worse— people were around.
"Yeah..." Kenny replied, feeling the truck shake as Clementine had slammed the door shut, to which he also got out. The man slammed the door shut, his pistol at the ready as he started towards the house. "Clem— stay behind me. Don't want you and AJ gettin' involved if anythin' happens."
The girl's head bobbed into a small nod, her pistol also at the ready as she carried AJ with one arm. She took cautious steps forward, Kenny feet in front of her as he used a fist to slam against the wooden door. "Hello, anyone home?!" Nothing. Absolute silence. "I'm not fuckin' around! If you don't come out, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger!"
Clementine awaited patiently, a brow arched as Kenny continued to shout at the door. As amusing as it was, no one was home. "Kenny... I don't think anyone's home. Try and open the door."
Kenny wrapped his hand around the handle, hesitantly twisting the door knob— as if anyone was actually home. For once in their lives, the door was actually unlocked. But they'd have to celebrate later, they had no idea if the house was actually clear of any walkers.
"I'm gonna go and check the upstairs, Clem. Just stay down here and watch AJ, would ya?"
Clementine nodded her head once again, although it wouldn't hurt to see if there was anything useful there. The kitchen was definitely ransacked way before they had arrived, with fungi growing in one of the corners; which Clementine shivered glancing at it.
"Gross."
The girl wrapped her hand around weapon instinctively, though it was just Kenny walking down the stairs. Clementine let loose the breath she was holding in, unwrapping her hand from the handle of the gun.
"Jesus, Kenny. You scared the heck out of me."
"Haha," the wounded survivor chuckled, letting himself fall against the sofa resting in the living room, "Didn't mean to, darlin'. It's good that you didn't let your guard down, that's for sure."
Heaving a soft sigh, the young girl sat herself against one of the only friends she had in this world. "Do you want to hold him?" She asked, to which he gladly grabbed the newborn. "He's getting heavy.. My arm's aching."
"Well, that's the result you're gonna get, darlin', he's growin' too."
She smiled, a soft coo eliciting from AJ's lips as Kenny started to rock him. Although this probably wasn't going to be a long term stay, she was happy to have somewhere to rest for a little while, for the first time since Lee had died, she had felt...
Safe.
"I think we're going to be okay," she stated, nuzzling herself into the arm of the couch. She felt herself slowly falling asleep, but before sleep had overtaken her conscious state, she heard Kenny mumble back a small, but she genuine response.
Me too, Clem... Me too.
