Our Yearlong Struggle

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Hi! So I don't know if this has already been done, but we just decided to write a story together about Christa and Clem's 16-month long struggle after the tragic death of Omid. This story will be co-written with the lovely heidipoo. :) How we're going to do it is that we'll type in what we want, send it off, and then add on. So our different writing styles will be combined.

Summary: After losing Omid, Christa begins to distance herself from Clementine. With the lack of communication and a baby on the way, will they still be able to work as a team?

Disclaimer: Neither Heidi or I own anything having to do with Telltale's The Walking Dead.

Enjoy! :D

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Christa burst the door open with a rifle in her hand, only to find the worst sight she could ever imagine: Her boyfriend, Omid, lying dead on the bathroom's tile floor, a gunshot wound in his chest.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!"

Christa turned, and the girl who had spoken immediately dropped the gun in her hands and put her arms up in surrender. But Christa was in a rage. This teenager had killed Omid, just shot him without any second thoughts. This. Little. Bitch.

Without any hesitation, the pregnant woman shot the begging teenager in mid-sentence, sending her down as well.

Christa began to sob and slowly walked over to Omid's body, gathering it in her arms.

"Oh God...Omid...Oh God, Omid...Omid can you hear me? Omid..."

The woman hugged her boyfriend's body as she cried. She looked at the gun that had killed him, and then at the little girl standing about ten feet away. Nine-year-old Clementine was crying as well, and looked extremely guilty.

Clementine...how could you... Christa thought.

Clementine took about two steps forward, wiping her eyes. She was afraid of what was about to happen.

"C-Christa?" the small girl barely managed to get out. She took a few more hesitant steps forward, but Christa only ignored Clementine. She continued to sob over Omid, and although Clem didn't want to cry at the moment, a few stray tears slipped down her cheeks as she watched the sight in front of her.

Somehow, she couldn't help but to feel like this was all her fault. If only she had left her gun on her, then that teenager wouldn't have been able to get it. She just kept getting people killed.

"I'm sorry," she said in a whisper, her voice now sounding more childlike than ever. But Clementine knew better. Sorry wasn't going to make Christa feel better, and sorry wasn't going to bring Omid back. Hell, it wouldn't bring anybody back.

"Clementine..." Christa trailed off in between her sobs. "Can you just, give me a minute?" She choked up.

Clem nodded, "Okay." She hurried and grabbed her things, and walked out of the bathroom. When she passed Omid's bloody body on the ground, she cringed away, but silently said her goodbyes. He tried to save her, just like everyone else who had ended up dead trying to protect her.

I'm sorry, Omid, Clementine thought.

She sat on the ground outside of the bathroom door and thought about all the people who had died because of her. Chuck, Kenny, Ben, Omid...and Lee. How could she be so stupid? She should know better than to do these things.

A groaning noise from inside the bathroom could be heard. Then two. Both Omid and his killer had turned.

"No..." Clem whispered, getting up and reentering the bathroom.

When she entered, Christa had already killed the teenager, but was backing away from the undead Omid.

"Christa!" Clementine exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Omid..." Christa mumbled, before shooting him in the head, and watching his undead body fall to the ground. The woman began crying again, and Clem couldn't help but to start crying again too. All of this made her think of Lee, the man that took care of her for so long, and she had just lost him not too long ago.

She felt sad that it was just her and Christa now. They were the only two left out of the whole group. They were alone. And Christa was still pregnant too...so what would happen when it was time for the baby to come?

"Are you okay, Christa?" Clementine asked, placing a small hand on the older woman's shoulder as she knelt over her boyfriend's body.

Christa turned around and looked at the little girl. "We better go now," she replied, her voice low and lifeless.

She got up and slowly walked out of the bathroom, turning around one last time to get a final glimpse at her boyfriend, the father who would never meet his baby.

"I love you so much, Omid," Christa whispered. "I'm so sorry."

She held the door open for Clementine, who followed her out of the bathroom.

The two females trudged along the dirt road, not a word coming from either of them. Christa had stopped crying, but her reddened eyes were now dead and drained of life.

Clementine was really worried about the older woman. After all, Christa was her friend, and she didn't want anything to happen to her. She was all Clem had left, and Clem knew that she didn't want to be alone, so she had to do a good job and look out for Christa.

They had been walking for a while now, Clementine could tell by how the sun was setting in the sky. She knew they needed to find somewhere safe to make camp, but Christa wasn't saying a word. She was consumed in her thoughts at the moment, making Clementine feel more alone than ever.

"Should we make camp?" Clementine asked, looking up at the older woman who was walking in front of her.

"Here?" Christa asked in a drained voice. "It's too open."

"But it's getting dark," Clem replied. "Lee told me that you shouldn't travel at night."

Christa sighed, sounding almost aggravated. "Fine. We'll find a secluded area to stop at and make camp for the night." She stared straight ahead, not even bothering to look Clem in the eyes.

The little girl wrapped her skinny arms around herself and looked down with a sigh. She knew that Christa deemed her as responsible for Omid's death.

They walked for about thirty more minutes, until Clementine pointed out a small fenced-in area with a tent-like cover over it. Thunder was heard, and they looked up as a light rain began to pour down. Of course it would rain at a time like this.

"Come on," Christa spoke barely above a whisper, making away to their shelter for the night.

"I'm freezing," Clementine complained, shivering. "We can at least try to make a fire, right?" she asked, looking up at Christa.

"You can if you want," Christa replied, her voice still sounding as lifeless as ever. "But I'm going to bed. It's been a long day." Clem then watched as the older woman went and found her a spot to lie down where she wouldn't get wet.

"Are you sure-" Clementine began to ask, but was interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it, Clem," Christa snapped.

Clem sighed, she didn't like this. She definitely did not like this tension between her and Christa, but she didn't know what she could do to make it better. Christa was grieving, and she probably would be for a while. Clementine knew that she'd just have to stick it out for the better, and hope for the best, because she wasn't a quitter.

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So what did you think? :) Please tell us and hopefully another chapter will come out this weekend!