The little girl's face was white-blue color, eyes rolled back into her head.
Alvie was wailing, it was as if he could tell something was wrong.
Kenny quickly laid the child on the ground once he was off the ice and tried to get a pulse; nothing.
The girl wasn't breathing and she didn't have a pulse. He knew she was dead.
"Clem?" He gave her a shake, but she didn't respond. "Clementine...Wake up, darlin'. You're alright now. Wake up."
As the others made their way over, they looked at Clem's unmoving little body. She didn't react to anything, no one was home, and they knew it.
"Move." Jane ordered, pushing Kenny aside as she dropped down and started CPR.
Everytime she did a compression, water would come out of the girl's mouth, but each time she tried to breathe for her Clementine little cheeks would puff up, then it would go straight back down, much like when you blew up a balloon only to release air.
"Breathe. Come on, breathe." Jane spoke, keeping up with her compression.
"C'mon, kid. Breathe, Clem!" Luke added.
"BREATHE!" Kenny begged as well.
Bonnie stayed silent, clutching the baby to her, feeling guilty as she watch them try to breath life into the little girl.
After a few minutes Clementine took a gasp.
"She's breathing! She's breathing!" Jane said.
The little girl with breathing shallowly, letting out small gasp for air, but she remained a lifeless doll.
Kenny pulled her up into his arms. She was alive that's all he needed to know.
"To the house. We gotta get her warm." Jane ordered.
With a nod, Kenny dashed towards the house. The others following after him.
"There's a fireplace." Jane pointed out as the made it into the house.
"Jesus Christ." Mike muttered.
"We have to get her warm she's gonna freeze to death." Jane spoke before rushing from the room to look for blankets or anything useful.
"We should've gone around." Mike ranted. "We should've just gone around."
"Shut up." Kenny growled, keeping Clementine in his arms, trying to provide body heat, he had nothing else to offer.
"Found these." Jane spoke as she returned to the room, holding up a bag. "I'll get a fire started. Mike, give me a hand."
"Yeah. Okay."
Once they had managed to get the fireplace lit, Luke moved closer to get warm. Kenny did the same, keeping the unconscious child as close to him as possible, hoping to help warm her up.
"She okay?" Mike asked.
"She..." Kenny paused, taking a glance at the child's face. "She's good. Yeah. H-How's AJ?"
"He's fine." Mike replied before shaking his head. "I can't believe this shit..."
Kenny didn't reply.
"She's such a good kid...She better be okay." Luke pitched in, he was feeling much better, now he was only worried about Clementine.
"I'm sure she'll be fine." Bonnie spoke.
"This never would've happened if you hadn't told her to go back." Kenny snapped.
"If she hadn't gone back Luke would've died." Bonnie replied, narrowing her eyes.
"She nearly died!" Kenny pointed out.
"But she didn't." Bonnie argued, guilty avoiding looking at the child. "She's fine."
"Look at her!" Kenny demanded.
She didn't. "I have!"
"She's half dead-"
"Hey!" Luke cut him off, having heard enough. "She's okay. Everybody's okay."
"Luke's right. Let's just calm down." Jane added.
"Clementine wasn't fucking breathing earlier!" Kenny growled.
"But she's fine now." Jane replied.
"Do you really think so?" Kenny asked.
"Guys, stop fighting." Luke pleaded.
"Yeah. We should be happy that no one got nabbed on the way in here." Mike said.
Kenny felt his heart clench at hearing those word, so eerily similar to the ones spoken the moments before he discover Duck's bite. Feeling apprehensive, he moved the unconscious child's head off his shoulder, and checked her for bites. Finding none, he let out a relieved sigh, readjusting the girl in his grasp.
Mike noticed him moving the girl and raised a brow. "Want me to take her for a bit?"
Kenny shook his head. "I got her."
"You sure?" Mike asked.
"I said, I got her." Kenny snapped.
"Alright. Was just offering." Mike said.
Kenny didn't respond. He just held Clem, hoping she wake up soon.
The room was silent after that.
