Thanks to gaara king of the sand for helping out.


Clementine woke up with a start. She was fully alert.

With a yawn, the child sat up. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she made her way to her feet and walked over to a nearby window.

It was still dark outside. She assumed it was either late into the night or really early in the morning, since the sun had yet to rise.

She could hear a noise coming from outside. Startled, she walked outside to find out what the noise was.

She was surprised to see two figures standing by the truck that Kenny had just gotten started.

"Who's there?" She called, trying to put on a tough front.

She pulled out her gun as she slowly took a couple steps toward the figures.

Her eyes widened in surprise, "Mike?"

"Easy. Easy now." Mike said, slowly inching towards her.

"Step back." Clementine ordered, aiming the gun at him.

"Clem. Shit." Mike swore.

"What are you doing?" Clementine asked, looking puzzled.

"I got the rest of it." Another voice was heard.

Clementine quickly trained her gun on the person. "Bonnie?"

"Clem..." Bonnie said.

"We're just leaving... Now keep it down alright. Nobody else has to get involved." Mike said to the young girl.

Clementine glanced to the bags that Mike and Bonnie were carrying. The girl frowned, "That's everything we have..."

"Listen, we just gotta get away from that guy, Clem. Okay?" Mike said.

Clementine glanced towards the house behind her before looking back to Mike. "Who, Kenny?"

"Clem, dammit, just... we don't have time for this." Mike huffed in annoyance.

"Just... Just be quiet, Clem, please." Bonnie pleaded with the child.

"All right, Clem..." Mike mumbled. "Now I'm going to walk up to you nice and slow and you're gonna give me the gun, okay? And then we'll talk."

"W-Why are you doing this?" Clementine stammered as Mike started making his way towards her.

"He didn't give us any choice." Mike said.

Arvo uttered something that Clementine couldn't understand before spatting at the ground.

"Just give me the gun, Clem. I'm not gonna hurt you." Mike said, slowly approaching the child. "Easy..."

"I'll shoot." Clementine threatened.

Mike, however, called her bluff and continued to take slow steps towards the girl. "There we go... There we go..."

Clementine was hesitant, but she handed over her weapon.

The little girl looked up to the man, fear in her eyes.

"It's fine." Mike reassured the child. "Just-"

He was cut off as a gunshot rang out.

"NO!" Mike cried in horror.

For a second, Clementine didn't even know what hit her. She felt a sudden pain course through her small form, and for a moment it felt as if time had stopped. The bullet hit her, and she instantly felt her warm bodily fluid seeping from the wound. Pain erupting through her as she fell. She hit the ground. She laid panting.

She was dying... She was sure of it.

"Oh, my... Clem! Clem!" Bonnie yelled, panicking.

Clementine could see Mike and Bonnie rushing over. The two stood about her fallen body, while Bonnie tried to get a response from the child.

"Bonnie, we have to go." Mike grabbed hold of the woman's arm but she pulled away.

"Don't you touch me." Bonnie snapped before kneeling beside the young girl on the ground. "I'm... I'm so sorry. I... I didn't mean for this to happen."

Clementine wanted to speak, but she couldn't find the strength to.

She suddenly heard a door open, followed by a voice saying, "Oh my god, Clem... What the FUCK did you do?!"

It was Kenny.

"Clem... What did you DO?! Clem... CLEM!"

She could hear rushed footsteps coming towards her, followed by some panicked shouts. Her vision grew dark and she could hear voices around her. Her name... Someone was yelling her name.

That was the last thing she heard before everything went black.


Clementine woke up in a cold sweat, frightened, and panicked.

She grazed her shoulder with her fingertips. To her surprised, she found no wound. No blood, no bandages, nothing.

She sat up and looked around at her surroundings. She was in a bed. A comfortable bed...

The room was familiar, and she quickly realized why. This was her room. She was confused. How did she end up here? Had everything just been a dream?

Clementine forced herself out of bed, stepping on something as she stood. The girl flinched. She picked up the object and saw it was a crayon. She looked down and noticed a familiar coloring book with a half-finished page.

The girl swallowed, looking around the room. She froze as she noticed a figure in the corner. A person... Curious she made her way over to them.

Clementine moved closer and noticed a young girl. Something seemed off as she looked.

Her eyes widened as she realized, that girl was her... She knew that. However, she was covered in blood and slightly older than what Clementine appeared to be now... The child in front of her was ten... Maybe eleven...

Clementine glanced down at her own clothes, they were completely clean of blood...

Clementine looked back at the girl intently, locking eyes with her older self.

Clementine took a cautious step towards the girl and jumping in fear when the girl did the same, taking a step forward, as well.

Ignoring her fear, she took a few more baby steps forward and again the older girl mimicked her with the same steps at the same time, just like a reflection would.

Clementine walked forward until she stood directly in front of the girl.

Clementine shudder over the serious face of the older girl, she stared at her blood covered face and clothes, her hardened eyes that had seen things no child should ever see…

Clementine reached out a hand, watching as the girl did the same. The two touched hands.

Suddenly, her head began to spin as vision flashed before her eyes. People dying… People she cared about.

Clementine shook uncontrollably as memories swam around her head.

She managed to gasp before she gave a scream—and fainted.


Clementine woke in a panic. She shot up straight in the bed, letting out a shrill scream.

Moments later she heard rushed footsteps across the floor.

The child was confused. She trembled in fear, heart pounding as she suddenly heard the door open.

Clenching her eyes shut, the girl starting to struggle as she felt someone grab her.

She didn't understand what was going on. The girl started to shout. "No! No! Let me go!"

"Clementine, honey, stop it. It's okay." The voice was a male's. Clementine knew that voice.

"Open your eyes, baby... Everything is okay now." A woman said.

Clementine's eyes snapped open and her lips trembled as she spoke in surprise, "M-Mommy? Daddy?"