Clem POV

Beep.

I shiver in my bed, pulling the blankets up higher over me, snuggling deeper into it's warmth.

Beep.

I feel a weird pressure on my left forearm, and scratch at it. It feels as something is pulled from my skin, but at least makes the uncomfortable feeling stop. Probably just a bug, I think to myself.

Beep.

It's too bright, and the light isn't letting me sleep. Usually, I get up when the sun wakes me. But for some reason, I was especially tired, so I decided to let myself sleep in. I reached up to pull my hat over my eyes, only to find that it wasn't there. I went to feel for it on my night table, and then realized it wasn't there, either.

Beep.

In an instant, the memories of everything that had happened last night came rushing back to me: the party, kissing Louis, planting the bomb on the boat, getting thrown into the jail cell, fighting with Violet, knocking Minerva out, going to save AJ but then getting shot instead.

Then dying. I remembered dying, too.

Beep.

My eyes shot open, and I sat up straight in bed. I scanned the room around me. Beside me was a monitor, with green squiggling lines, the one that wouldn't quit beeping. I'm guessing it was keeping track of my heart rate.

To my left was a plastic container of some sort of liquid, with a tube connected to it. I followed the tube, right up to where it ends in my bed, next to my right arm. Looking at the tape on my arm and the liquid now leaking everywhere, I assumed this was the "bug" I had pulled out earlier.

That was't the only needle in me, though. Throughout my whole body, various tubes were inserted into me, pumping in assorted medicines. There were also tubes in my nose, but they were pumping in air instead.

Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, I began to hyperventilate.

I was supposed to be DEAD. How was it that I was still here?

And where exactly was I? Where were the rest of the kids? Where was AJ? Too many questions began to fill my head, too fast. My heart was beating out of my chest, and the monitor's noise was moving at a steady pace with it.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

With each beep, it kept getting louder. Eventually, it was too loud for me to think, especially since I already had so much going on in my head. Out of frustration, I unclipped the finger clip that was connecting me and the machine, throwing it on the ground.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The monitor had begun one never ending beep, so loud I had to cover my ears. It kinda sounded like the ringing in your ears after an explosion.

Next thing I knew, the door in front of me busted open, and several people dressed in scrubs flew into the room with those masks that doctors wear. Yet, when they saw me, they stopped in their tracks.

I eyed them for a moment, and they eyed me. However, while I was eyeing them with suspicion, they seemed to be looking at me with curiosity and shock. After a few moments with no sound other than the heart monitor, one of them spoke, exclaiming, "You're awake!"

All at once, everybody was everywhere. The one that had spoken rushed out of the room, while the rest of them crowed around me, speaking at once:

"How do you feel?"

"What do you remember?"

"You're gonna be alright, sweetie!"

"Honey, do you remember your name?"

It was too much. I pulled my knees up to my chest, placing my head in between them. The nurses continued to talk to me, attempting calm me, but I wouldn't move from my position. Someone stopped the beeping, but that just made everybody else seem louder.

The questions kept coming, but I wouldn't answer, and I wouldn't move.

Finally, someone put an end to all of it. But when I heard their voice, I froze."Everyone out! Stop talking to her, you're stressing her out! Someone go call her parents, tell them to come."

No, this couldn't be. He was dead. I saw him get shot, then get eaten alive by walkers. There was no way this could possibly be him.

As everyone slowly started making their way out of the room, I looked up, to see if it was really him.

And it was.

Carlos was scribbling down notes on a clipboard, too occupied to see my shock. He was wearing the typical doctor's wear; a long white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck.

"Carlos?"

He looked at me and smiled. After closing the door, he pulled a chair up next to my bed and sat down.

"Ah, Clementine. So, you remember me?"

I nodded, still speechless.

Eventually, I asked, "Where are we?"

"We're in the Georgia Regional Hospital," He answered in a calm, soothing voice.

"So this isn't heaven?"

He chuckled, saying, "No, this isn't heaven. How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine."

"Let me check your wounds real quick," he said, and first pulled my shirt down on my shoulder to see one of the places Lilly shot me. He wrote down some notes, then checked the one next to my belly button.

While he continued to write, I decided to look out of the window behind my bed. At first, it was dizzying; I didn't expect us to be so high up. But then as I peered out of it, I saw a shopping mall right across the street. And there were people, everywhere.

"There are so many people!" I exclaimed to Carlos, my face still pressed against the window.

"Yes, that's a shopping mall and it's Friday. Of course there are going to be a lot of people."

"Carlos, what happened to all the walkers?"

"The what?" He gave me a funny look.

I turned to him. "You know, the, um," I tried to think of what other people called them. "The zombies? What happened to them?"

"Clementine, I don't know what you're talking about." He wrote down more stuff on his clip board.

"You don't remember?"

"No, I don't." He continued to write.

"You have to remember! There's no way you can just forget the shit we've been through."

"Clementine, watch your language!" He scolded me, frowning.

"Geez, sorry!" I tried to think of something that would ring a bell in his head. "What about Carver? Do you remember him? He's the reason you were killed!"

He stopped and stared at me, now looking worried. "What?"

"That reminds me, by the way, I saw you get shot, then the walkers ate you. How in the world are you here?"

He got up from his chair and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead. "Are you sure you're feeling okay, Clementine?"

"Yes, I'm fine!" I was quiet for a moment. Then I said, "I died, too. I was dead, and now I'm back, and I just don't get it."

He put down his clipboard, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands in his lap."Okay Clementine, what I'm about to tell you may seem scary, but try your best to stay calm, alright?"

I didn't say anything.

He kept going,"You've been in a coma for the past two weeks. We honestly didn't think you would pull through, but you did, and that's a miracle in itself. I think everything you're talking about... those were just dreams."

I shook my head. "I don't believe it," I said in disbelief. "There's no way."

The past couple years of my life couldn't have been some sort of sick dream.

I tried to think of something to prove it to him.

"Those wounds you were checking earlier? I got those from being shot, by a girl named Lilly."

"Maybe it's where you were shot in your dream, but in real life, that's where you got impaled by glass."

I shook my head. How did he not remember? Is this how it was with everyone? Somebody had to remember.

But Carlos was not this somebody. And for some reason, this made me mad at him. I know, it wasn't his fault, but still.

"I know it's a lot to wrap your head around now, but it'll get better, I promise."

I was quiet for a moment, then I asked, "What happened to put me into the coma?"

"A car accident," He informed me. "You were the only one in the car, though. The roads where slippery and the car hydroplaned."

"Sounds like me," I said. "I was never the best driver."

A few moments of silence passed.

"Your parents will be here soon," he said. "They'll be so happy to see you."

"The last time I saw them, they were walkers," I thought out loud. He gave me that look again, so I added, "In my dream." He sighed.

"Clementine, what's the last thing you remember?" He inquired. "The last thing before your dream happened?"

I twiddled my thumbs, thinking back to the time before the world went to hell. "The last thing I remember is my parents leaving to Savannah."

"Okay," he said, "How old were you?"

"Eight, I think."

His eyes softened, and he wore a look of sympathy. "You've lost eight years of your memory."

No, I didn't, I thought. You and the rest of the world did. But I didn't say anything.

He stood up. "Alright, I've got to go work on your report. Also, your parents will be here any minute."

He started to walk out, but I stopped him by asking, "How's Sarah?"

He turned around slowly, looking at me dubiously. "How do you know my daughter?"

I shrugged. "She was in my dream," I replied. "We were friends."

He studied me before saying, "This was one strange dream you had, Clementine." Then he walked out of the room.

I finally had time to gather my thoughts. How did he not remember the end of the world? Was I the only one who did? No, I couldn't be. I mean, surely there was someone else somewhere, right?

But then again, maybe not.

If so, I didn't want people to think I was crazy. The last thing I needed was to be sent to a mental hospital or something. So, I decided, I was gonna have to keep quiet, try to act normal.

Still, just in case there was someone who remembered, I had to try. Maybe I could bring it up casually somehow, see if it rang bells in anyone else's brain.

There was a knock on the door, and before I had time to yell 'Come in!' Bonnie let herself right in. "Hey sugar!" She smiled sweetly at me, but I frowned at her. We hadn't left off on a good note. "Aww, you must of woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She winked at me, but I just glared at her. She was way to cheerful for me.

"What do you want?" I asked her harshly.

"Just here to see if your accepting visitors," she chimed, and I perked up. Seeing this, she smiled, then called out into the lobby, "Come on in, guys!"

I got out of bed and tip toed to the door, eager to see my parents, yet afraid. I hadn't seen them in eight years. Who knows what they could be like now, how they've changed?

They were doing the exact opposite of what I was doing. They came bounding in, practically running Bonnie over.

My mom was the first through the door; not much had changed physically, except for the graying roots in her hair. Her body collided with mine, and she locked her arms around me. She squeezed so tight I could hardly breathe!

My dad came in next; he had gained a little bit of wait, and his hair was completely gray. But it didn't matter. I was just happy to see him again!

He wrapped his arms around both of us, engulfing us in a huge bear hug. "Oh, Clemmy!" My mom sobbed, "I'm so glad you're okay!" I forgot I had that nick name.

"We're happy to have you back, sweetheart," my dad whispered into my ear, squeezing tighter. I myself was getting emotional, but I didn't hold back the tears, and they flowed like crazy.

"I missed you guys so much!" I cried, and they rubbed my back, kissed me all over.

In the midst of this, I caught a glimpse of Bonnie and she was smiling. I decided that she wasn't the same person she had been back in my other reality; maybe it was okay if I forgave her.

At some point in our embrace, I had to wedge myself out from between the two of them, cause I was actually suffocating inside the hug. I pulled away and grinned at them, wiping away the remaining tears in my eyes.

"How are you feeling, Clemmy?" My mom asked.

"Well, I feel great now that you two are here!" They looked at each other and smiled, then back at me. "So, how have things been?" I asked them.

"Dr. Carlos filled us in on your condition," noted my dad, "So do you mean how have things been in the last eight years or last two weeks?"

"Um, eight years," I said, glad I wouldn't have to explain to them. "What have we been up to?"

My mom looked up at the ceiling and pursed her lips, saying, "Well, lets see. First off, we got you into basketball. You're the star player on the team, by the way. Kenny and his family also moved next to us, and you and Duck became good buddies. Rebecca, Alvin, and AJ also moved into the neighborhood." She stopped, looking at me. "Do you remember them?"

"Actually, I think I do remember them," I said.

"Really?" Asked my dad. "Clementine, you remember something!"

"Well, I remember what they look like, that's it," I said. "How are they?"

"They're good," my mom answered. "AJ was trouble, though, so he got sent to some school." She put her hand on her heart, saying, "You two were like two peas in a pod. Maybe it's a good thing you don't remember them separating you," She said. "Poor boy."

"It was very difficult to watch," My dad added. "Alvin almost changed his mind about sending him, but Rebecca wouldn't let him."

My shoulders drooped. I guess I wouldn't be seeing AJ anytime soon. I was just about to ask more questions when Carlos came back in.

"Good news, you guys!" he announced. "We'll be able to release her tonight!"

"You hear that, Clem?" Said my dad. "You're comin' home tonight!"

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The rest of that night was a blur. All I remember was changing clothes, pretending to listen to Carlos while he told us about the medication that I would have to continue taking, then flopping down in my bead, out like a light.

I woke up at 2:34 AM. I tried falling back to sleep, but that wasn't happening. So instead I decided to get up and take a shower.

I couldn't remember that last time I had taken a shower, so as I gathered my clothes, I actually felt kind of giddy.

I grabbed a nice, warm hoodie from my closet, and shorts from my dresser, happy that I didn't have to worry about a walker taking a bite out of my leg.

In the bathroom, I studied myself in the mirror. I had looked different then I imagined. I looked, I don't know, less tired? Less worn? I guess the best way to describe it was more normal, the way people had looked before the dead started walking. It was weird.

My hair was also a lot longer than I would have liked it to me, going just passed my shoulders. I pulled open the drawer, where I found scissors. Without a second thought, I snipped at my hair, cutting off a considerable amount. Then I did it again, and again. Before I knew it, my locks were down to the middle of mu neck. I smiled at my reflection. Much better, I thought. I was starting to look like my old self again.

That shower was the most wonderful thing that I've experienced in a long time. I didn't even really wash myself; just let the hot, steamy water run down me. It was amazing.

I got out of the shower only after I had used up all of the hot water. After drying off and slipping on my new clothes, I went and crawled back into bed.

Not without taking the scissors, though. After living through the zombie apocalypse, it's hard not to be paranoid.

I was just starting to drift off back to sleep when I heard the front door creak open. I crept out of bed and snuck over to the stairs, slowly climbing down them. As I moved, I heard the fridge door open, and it sounded like someone was rummaging through it.

I quietly scurried into the kitchen, hiding behind the island. I heard a bear can pop open, and I peaked over the top of the counter, just to make sure it wasn't mom or dad.

Nope. Definitely wasn't either one of them. Way too tall, and way to muscular. I looked around for a weapon better than the pair pf scissors I was holding in my hands. That's when I saw the knife rack. Carefully, I crept over to it and grabbed a steak knife; not too big, not too small, and slits throats perfectly. I slowly walked up behind them, then grabbed on to their neck and yanked them down to the ground.

Taken off guard, the intruder fell on to their back, and I took the opportunity to jump onto their chest, holding the knife to their throat. Before I had time to say anything, the person cried, "Don't hurt me, please!" I tried to look at their face, but with only the fridge light to see, I couldn't make it out.

"Who are you!?" I demanded. "And what are you doing here?"

"Clementine?" The man asked, sounding surprised. "Listen, I'm sorry I didn't go see you earlier, but I don't deserve to die for it!"

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and I heard my dad asking, "What the hell is goin' on down here?"

We both looked to him, and soon my mom came rushing down the stairs, too.

"Clementine!" She gasped when she saw me. "What are you doing to Duck?!"

"Duck?" I looked down at him now, seeing his full face. Sure, he had grown up a bit, but you could sure tell it was Duck.

I got off of him, offering him my hand. "Sorry, I thought you were an intruder or something."

He just stared at me, mouth a gap.

"Clementine, we told you he's stayin' with us while Kenny and Katja are out of town!" My dad bellowed angrily.

"I said I'm sorry! I was just trying to protect us!"

"Protect us?" My mom repeated. "Honey, Duck is not a threat!"

"I already told you I didn't know it was him!"

"Well, either way, you shouldn't be holding knifes to stranger's throats, Clem. You should have gotten me, or called 911 on your phone or something!"

"Wait, I have a phone?" My mom face palmed.

My dad's attention shifted to Duck. "Boy, what are you drinking?"

Duck chuckled nervously, saying, "I, uh, I thought it was soda."

"You are the worst liar I've ever met," sighed my dad. He was right, though; the can literally said Beer Cheer.

"How long have you been doin' this, son?" He asked.

Duck looked at the ground, saying, "The first day I started staying here."

"No wonder all my beer has been disappearing."

Both my parents looked at each other, then back at me. "Clem," my mom said, "You do realize how serious this is, don't you?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. But it's not like I actually hurt him or anything."

Both of them sighed simultaneously. "So in other words, no, you don't understand."

I started to defend myself, but she held out a hand to stop me. "Diana, we need to talk," my dad asserted, and she nodded.

My mom then stepped forward, gently touching my hair. "Why did you chop it all off? You loved your long hair!"

"I don't know. I just wanted it short."

She exhaled. "Clem, go to your room and play on your phone or something, I don't know. Just be a normal teen for a second. Don't leave your room."

"Okay." It felt like the walk of shame as I trudged back upstairs and into my room. I've been back for one day and I'm already screwing things up.

I found my phone in my room on my dresser. I clicked the home button, finding a picture of the beach as my background. I unlocked my phone, and decided to go through my pictures to pass the time. Maybe to also learn a little about who I was, er, am, too.

I could hear them arguing through the walls. I don't think I've ever heard them fight before. In fact, I'm pretty sure this is their first time. This is what I heard:

"We just got her back, Ed, we can't send her away!"

"Diana, did you even SEE her out there? She was getting ready to kill Duck!"

"Clementine's not a murderer!"

"I never said that. But who knows, if she doesn't get help now, maybe that's what'll happen to her when she gets older!"

I could hear my mom sobbing, and I felt guilty knowing I was the reason for all of their pain.

I didn't listen anymore after that. Really, I didn't want to listen, for it was just making me sad.

After a few hours, there was a knock on my door. "Come in," I said.

Both my mom and dad walked in, with sorry looks in their eyes. "We've made a decision, Clementine," stated my dad.

"We know you've just got back, but we think it would be best if we sent you somewhere you could get help."

"Okay..." I said.

"So we're going to send you to the same place that they sent AJ."

It was silent for a moment.

"Alright, I guess. If that's what you think is best for me." Usually I would try and fight them sending me away, but if AJ was there, then I was happy to go.

"We talked to Kenny and Katja, and they'll send Duck, once they get back."

"We really are sorry, Clementine, but this could really help you." My mom said. I could tell she felt bad about it.

"No, it's fine. What I did was wrong, and hopefully this place will help me make- make better choices." I sent her a half smile, hoping to make her feel better. "Honestly, I'm not mad. I understand why you're sending me." They both looked around my room, refusing to look me in the eye, and you can tell they felt really terrible about what they were doing.

I guess if I were normal, then I would hate them for what they're doing, too. But I'm not. I'm actually excited, to see AJ.

"By the way, where am I going?"

My dad pulled out his phone and his reading glassed out of his pocket.

"It's a place called," he squinted at his phone, then read,"Ericson's Boarding School for Troubled Youth."

AN: Hope you liked it! By the way, I'm taking requests for the roles people have. So if you have a character from any of twd games that you would like me to include, let me know what type of job you want them to have and I'll try and add em in. Let me know what you thought of this chapter!