. . Present Day . .

The young girl sucked in a large breath, little AJ on her back. There was some talk about the New Frontier - to which Clementine kindly (in the best way possible) to this woman named Ava. She seemed nice, she thought to herself. But that wasn't he idea now.

She had lost all hope on finding Jane and Kenny, after several months of being alone, or maybe it was even a year? Damn, she was getting bad at time. She stayed around the house a few days to wait for Kenny and Jane but. . they never came back. Damn, she missed them, that's for damn sure.

"How're you holdin' up, goofball?" the young girl glanced behind her to send the young boy a small smile, to which the two year old got to boy to smile. He was so cute, he was good company.

"You're getting big, you know th-"

A few miles away, was a truck - and that seemed to be the perfect vehicle to get out of this shit hole. She had to get her and AJ somewhere safe, and hope to God find Kenny and Jane out somewhere. "Alright, goofball. Plug your ears."

Slipping her pistol out from her back pocket, she awaited for the truck to get closer. "Come on. ." she murmured under her breath, crouching down to hide.

Aaaaaand. .

BAM!

"Perfect!" the young girl whispered to herself joyfully, the truck driving into the ditch that was next to the road.

Ahh, fuck!

She walked towards the totaled vehicle, making sure to hide behind the truck. It looked like one of Carver's truck when they had kidnapped them all and forced them as labor to work around the crazy man's 'community'. God, she couldn't dream of going through that shit again. . It was almost traumatizing.

A man wearing a baseball jersey from what she could tell had jumped out of the vehicle, hands bonded together. He seemed to have a pistol in his hands and was aiming at the man driving the truck.

She shook her head, a small smirk resting upon her lips as she pocketed her pistol, soon pulling out a shotgun she had found a long time ago. It didn't have that much bullets left, though. Better use them wisely.

As the baseball player let the man drive away, Clementine immediately cocked her gun, to which in result, made the man tense, immediately tossing the pistol onto the ground.

She turned her head to see a sleeping AJ, maybe he hadn't heard her shoot her pistol? Or maybe the lack of sleep finally made him pass out on her shoulder, but he was cute as hell anyway.

"Fuck. . alright. ."

"Good. . just keep looking forward."

He shook his head as Clementine elicited a small snicker.

"It's not what it looks like,"

"Really?" she replied, her voice stern - something she adapted from Jane. "It seems like you let him get away. Doubt he would've done the same for you, huh?"

She bent down and picked up the pistol, before walking towards the truck. "Oh shit," she said aloud, opening the door to the driver's side. Shit, shit, shit. Oh, an apple!

God she forgot what these had tasted like. The last time she had an apple, it was. . back at the motor inn. Lord, let him be resting in peace right now. . .

She couldn't think about him right now. She just couldn't. Biting into the apple that she had gotten from the truck, she walked back towards the male.

"Turn around and close your eyes," the little girl instructed emotionlessly, the man doing as she told. She unzipped man's backpack, slipping a hand in his backpack to which she absolutely hated. But it was all for AJ. .

"Hey, I'm the victim here!" the man said, frustrated. He left his family back at the junkyard, now he was getting robbed by a little girl.

"We're all victims," she muttered with annoyance, and totally ignored the man's pleads for her to stop.

"Oh, so that gives you the right for you to rob me?!"

She ignored and continued pulling out some more kinds of food before pulling out a candy bar. AJ would love this. .

"Hey, that's for my niece. She loves chocolate. I promised it I'd give it to her. . . please."

Man, now that really made her feel like a shit and with that, she frowned and slid the candy bar back into the man's backpack.

"Good, now close your eyes and count to a hundred before you go, got that?"

And with that, Clementine started away towards one side of the road to which the man prevailed.

"Come on, I. . I need your help. Me and my family were driving towards the junkyard on I-83 when we were attacked there. Please."

She gave a small shake of her head, the annoyance she felt before coming back, "And why should I help you?"

"Uh. . ."

And then an idea came. She could have take their vehicle. . if she got him there of course. Thank God AJ was asleep right now, wouldn't want him to hear her.

"You said you were driving?"

"Yeah. .in our family van."

"I'll. . . I'll take you to the junkyard, if you. . let me have our van."

The stranger's heart shrank, but what's the least he could do? He was tied up and weaponless, and therefore sighed softly in defeat. He'd have to agree.

"Fine, you've got a deal. Yeah."

"Good, start moving." She pointed towards the other side of the road, to which started more of useless conversation. This man sure was talkative, huh?

"You're. . you're just a kid." To which she rolled her eyes. Sure, she looked like a kid, but she sure as hell didn't act like it anymore. . she couldn't. She couldn't risk it.

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry. . the name's Javier, by the way."

She sighed before shaking her head. Ugh.

"Clementine," she then snook a look behind her, to see AJ groggily waking up. Such a hard sleeper, "And this here is AJ."

"Clementine, huh? That's a sweet name, don't you think?"

God, this was going to be a very long night.