AN: Second fanfic, besides Triangulum. Oneshot for now, hopefully a full-fledged fic someday. I do not own Walking Dead or Call of Duty, nor have I even played Walking Dead. This is set after Ep. 5, with info from the wiki. This just popped into my head one day after watching Pewdie's Walking Dead finale, and I just had to make it.
Clementine walked in solitude across the hills of Georgia. She thought back to just a few hours before, when she had killed Lee, her only real friend. It had been necessary, but she really thought that there was at least one way to save him. Oh, well. She could do nothing now. Clementine then saw a place to sit, and she sat and pondered. She looked at the pistol in her hand, unsure of what to do with it. She shifted her gaze to the hills, and saw two silhouettes near the horizon. Her face full of confusion and fear, she lifted the barrel of her gun and aimed. The silhouettes came closer. Clementine, panicking, sought a place to hide, and frantically scrambled behind the wrecked car that she was sitting on. After about five minutes she began to hear faint, British-accented voices in the distance.
Lieutenant Simon Riley, or "Ghost," as he was known to his comrades, walked with his teammate Sergeant Keaney through the hills outside Savannah. They had been sent by Baseplate, their commander, to scout for survivors and bring them back to the Anglo-American naval fleet offshore. Both Ghost and Keaney had not expected to find anyone alive after the hellstorm that broke out just weeks before. That is, before they heard the soft whimpering coming from behind a car.
The young girl held tight to her weapon as the voices approached. One of them, obviously the superior, said, "Keaney, you 'ear something? I thought I heard someone behind the car over there." The other voice, whom Clementine presumed to be Keaney, replied, "Yeah, sir. We should 'ave a look." Clementine gripped the stock of the pistol even tighter as she saw a foot, then a leg, appear near her. "Well, well, what 'ave we here?"
` The voice called Keaney eyed the young girl curiously, while she was in absolute terror. The girl raised the pistol and fired. The shot missed and hit a nearby tree, but sent Keaney into momentary shock. The superior came around with an assault rifle in his hands, and found Clementine crouched by the bumper. "It's okay, kid. We're military and our mission is to scout for survivors. You wanna come with us?" Clementine looked over to see a man in a skull balaclava holding a rifle, and squeaked in fear. The armed man hesitated, then tugged off his headset and removed the balaclava, revealing a white, almost pasty face with ruddy red hair on top. "It's fine. I'm Lieutenant Simon Riley, and this is my partner Sergeant Davy Keaney. Keaney, get over 'ere, show yourself," Ghost said as calmly as he could manage. "What's your name, love?" The 9-year-old answered shakily, "Clemen-C-Clementine." Simon pondered on that for a moment, then said, "Well, Clementine, how would you like to get somewhere safe? There's a whole fleet of warships off the coast here, and we've been collecting survivors for months. You game?" The little girl nodded, then spoke again. "My parents aren't here, if you're wondering. The person who was taking care of me before now was a man named Lee. I-I had to shoot him, to keep him from turning into..." Clementine began to sob as she recalled the memory. Keaney came over to calm her, then said, "It's settled, she's going to the fleet with us."