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Clementine's golden eyes snapped open the next morning. She sat up and looked around, noticing only Christa sitting up nearby. But where was Omid? And why did Christa look so crestfallen?

It didn't take long to realize that yesterday's events weren't just some horrible dream. Images of Omid getting shot in the chest, over and over again, went on through Clem's head. The little girl sat up and bowed her head.

She looked up and attempted to approach Christa, reaching her arm out. "Christa..."

The groaning of a walker interrupted her. Christa closed her eyes momentarily and slowly got up. "Let's go."

Clementine frowned. She didn't want Christa to be hostile towards her now. Not when teamwork was such a vital thing to their survival at the moment.

"Christa?" Clem questioned as she stood up from her makeshift bed, ready to travel for the day. But Christa merely ignored the smaller girl. "Are you mad at me?" she asked, following behind the older woman. It was apparent she was angry, but Clementine wanted her to say it directly.

After a long pause, Christa sighed. "No, Clementine, I'm not mad at you, okay?" For the first time, she was able to make eye contact with the little girl. "What happened wasn't your fault."

But her dark eyes said otherwise.

Clem really wanted to believe that, she really did. Christa blamed her, and she knew it. She looked at the ground sadly, knowing that they couldn't give up just because someone died. People died all the time now.

Clementine's stomach growled. The nine-year-old reached into her purple backpack to see if there was any food, but there was nothing, except for a drawing of Kenny and his family, her treasured photo of Lee, and that damn gun.

"We should look for supplies," Clementine stated slowly, not sure what Christa would say.

"That's a good idea..." Christa said. "But I have no idea where we are."

"Me either," Clem frowned.

"Guess we should just keep going..." The older woman trailed off. They walked along a dirt road for a little while, silence filling the air between them. Clementine didn't like the quiet, it made her feel uncomfortable.

"I really am sorry," she blurted out, not really thinking about it. But she knew the relationship between her and Christa would change now, and she absolutely didn't want that to happen.

Christa didn't say anything in reply, only placed her free hand on her protruding stomach. No doubt she was thinking about what could have been.

Before long, the two females came across an old drugstore. Clementine was reminded of the drugstore back in Macon, when she was with Lee. But she couldn't think of him now. She glanced up at Christa and slowly removed her backpack, taking out her firearm.

Christa placed a hand on the young girl's shoulder. "Let me go in first. Stay behind," she instructed firmly.

"But Christa-" Clem protested.

"Do as I say!" Christa hissed at her, a bit harshly. She didn't mean it, though.

Clementine looked at the ground and allowed Christa to walk in front of her.

She felt intimidated by the older woman if that was the right word for it. But she allowed Christa to go in front of her, making sure that the drugstore was safe. Clementine allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts for a moment, and she remembered when she and Lee were trying to get into the pharmacy at his parents' drugstore. She felt special that he confided in her about his past life as a murderer.

"All clear!" Christa called out, pulling Clementine out of her thoughts and making her jump a bit.

"Is there anything good in there?" Clementine asked as she too made her way inside.

"Hopefully," Christa said, her eyes scanning the shelves carefully.

Clem kept her gun close just in case. She opened one of the cabinets behind a register and was surprised to see two bottles of painkillers inside. This would be perfect for when Christa gave birth. She smiled lightly in relief and placed them both in her backpack.

"I found some medicine," Clementine informed Christa, who was searching around nearby.

"Keep looking," Christa replied, glancing at the little girl only briefly. "There's got to be some more stuff."

She searched intently with her golden eyes, and that's when she spotted some canned food and a few energy bars on one of the shelves in the store. "I found a little bit of food," she said nonchalantly.

"That's better than nothing," Christa replied. "Did you find any water?" Christa asked, knowing that she would need it when she gave birth to her and Omid's baby.

Clem shook her head, "No."

"Anything else?" Christa asked.

"I don't think so," the little girl answered.

"Damn..."

"We can try again later?" Clementine suggested.

"I suppose we'll have to, if we can't find anything," Christa grumbled.

She lead Clementine out of the drugstore, the latter carrying the items in her backpack. Surprisingly, it wasn't too heavy. Either the items didn't weigh as much as she thought, or she was getting physically stronger.

After a little while, Christa stopped and groaned at a pain in her back. Clementine quickly walked over to assist her.

"Are you okay, Christa?" she inquired.

"I'm fine," she waved off, nonchalantly.

"Are you sure?" Clementine asked. "Maybe the baby-"

"It's not time!" Christa snapped, turning to glare at Clementine. The little girl actually flinched when Christa yelled at her. She had never done that before, and Clem didn't know how long this was going to go on. Would it be worse when the baby actually got here? Clem didn't even want to imagine that thought, because she knew it would automatically be worse. Christa would be even more stressed out than now.

"I'm sorry..." Clem mumbled.

"Let's go," Christa ordered.

Without a word, Clem followed the older woman, but once again she was pulled into a string of thoughts. The baby was going to be here very soon, sooner than they would have liked. But how were they going to raise it in a world full of the walking dead? It was going to be very risky.

Clementine sighed. Where was Lee when she needed him?

Christa slowly sat down on a bench after walking a little ways, placing her head in her hands. She knew she had to be strong for Clementine, but it wasn't easy right now. Her pregnancy was just the icing on the god-forsaken cake.

Clem attempted to approach, when the sound of three walkers cut that off. Christa swore under her breath and got up, upset that she couldn't take a moment's rest without a damn lurker walking around every five seconds.

"Should I-" Clem began.

"No, don't waste the ammunition," Christa scolded. She walked away as quickly as possible. "Come on."

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And that's where we'll end it. Up next, a certain event that we've all questioned occurs. Please review, we always love to hear feedback! :)