"Sandra? Sandra, are you okay?!" Dallas asked, almost yelling, as he shook Sandra's waking form. Her eyes began to flutter open, the same bloodshot look from the night before staring back at him. Both Dallas and Clementine sighed in relief, looking at each other and smiling. Sandra began to groan in pain, looking around the room like the place was foreign to her. Dallas jumped up from his knees, running to the kitchen to pour her some water, thinking she was probably dehydrated.

"Are you okay Sandra?" Dallas heard Clementine ask, as he saw her moving closer to the couch. This movement must have spurred something in Sandra, as she began to move from her lying down position, inching towards Clementine, her hand outstretched. Before either Dallas or Clementine knew what was happening, Sandra grabbed Clementine by the arm, pulling her close, snarling while she did so.

"Sandra, what are you doing? Stop, you're hurting her," Dallas shouted, running over to the two girls. He tried to pry Sandra's fingers off of the now frightened Clementine, who was whimpering and begging Dallas with her eyes to help her. When he was finally able to get Sandra's fingers off of Clementine, he pushed her away, pulling Clementine into a tight embrace.

"What's wrong with her Dallas?" Clementine asked, a few stray tears dampening Dallas' shirt. He looked at the now angered Sandra, who was glaring at the two of them.

"I don't know, I want you to go to your room okay? And don't come out until I tell you to. Understood?" Clementine looked up into Dallas' eyes with her big, baby brown eyes. She nodded her head, pulling out of his arms and leaving the room, going down the hall. Once Dallas heard her door close, he looked to Sandra, who had gotten up and was walking towards him, a dark look in her eyes.

"What is going on Sandra, why are you doing this?" he asked, moving towards her as well. When she was in touching distance of Dallas, she reached her hand out towards him, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him in. Not understanding what was going on, he tried get her off of him, but her death grip was stronger than usual. He soon had her hand off of him, pushing her back once more, making her hit the ground with a soft thud. Dallas ran around the couch and ran to the kitchen, hoping to find something that could maybe knock her out. He looked around, and noticed a hammer sitting close to the edge of the counter, but looked past it, reaching for a fry pan. Before he had a chance to pick it up however, Sandra jumped out of nowhere, tackling Dallas to the ground. The two began to wrestle with each other, rolling around on the cold kitchen tiles. When he was finally able to get her off of him, he pulled himself away from her, his back hitting the cupboards, knocking the hammer down from its original resting place. Dallas looked from the hammer, to the snarling face of Sandra, and then back to the hammer. Closing his eyes in regret, he picked the hammer up and readied it, waiting for Sandra to get closer. By the time Sandra had finally crawled over to Dallas, he took a deep breath and gave her a desperately apologetic look, knowing that this was going to hurt him just as much as it was going to hurt her. He swung the hammer right into the side of her head, making a loud squelching noise as it made contact. She was knocked onto her side, but she was still moving, snarls escaping her mouth. Dallas moved up from his sitting position and brought the hammer down on her forehead, hearing the skull crack under the impact. Noticing that she was still moving, he swung the hammer once last time, putting all of his strength behind it. It hit her hard, making Sandra's forehead concave, leaving a deep dent in her head, which seemed to finally stop her moving. Dallas dropped the hammer to the ground, the loud clanging sound seeming to resonate through the now silent house. He knelt down beside her, picking Sandra up by her now bloodied head.

"I'm sorry Sandra, I'm so sorry," he said, tears rolling down his cheeks onto her grey cheeks. He began to rock her back and forth, not really believing what he had just done.

"Dallas?" He looked up from his place on the ground to see a horrified Clementine, staring at the gruesome scene. All Dallas could do was stare back at her, not being able to form any words in his mouth. After a few minutes of just staring at each other, Dallas looked back at the gaping eyes of his girlfriend. He moved his shaking hands to her face, closing her eyes, his sobs becoming louder by the second.

A few days later, Dallas was still seated on the floor, cradling his dead girlfriend just staring at her grey face, never moving from his spot. Clementine had tried her best to take care of him while he was in his shocked state, getting him food and water when she thought he needed it. When night came, she would not worry about her bed, and just rest her head on his shoulder, easily falling asleep with the sound of his heartbeat at her ear. The phone had rung a couple of times during those couple of days, but Clementine had been too busy watching over Dallas to notice. She was never allowed to answer the phone, only the adults could do that. So here she was, seated next to Dallas, who was still staring with wide eyes at Sandra. She hoped that he would snap out of this soon, so that she could find out where her parents were. They were supposed to be back yesterday, but they still hadn't come home yet. She was beginning to get a little worried, hoping that the phone calls she hadn't answered weren't from her parents. They were the only real family that she had, she had never met any aunts or uncles before. Looking back to Dallas, she realised that he was kind of family to her, always helping Sandra to take care of her when her parents had to go away. He was like the big, stupid brother that she had never had. This thought made her smile, as she leant her head on his shoulder again. He flinched at the touch, looking down at Clementine, the first movement he had made in days. Unfortunately, that was all he did, as he moved his head back to face Sandra, resuming his staring. With an audible groan, Clementine stood up from the floor and moved over to the cupboard, hoping to find some leftover food somewhere. She searched through the bottom cupboards and came up with nothing. Looking up at the higher cupboards, she began wishing that she was taller, so that she could reach up there. Her eyes lit up with an idea, as she ran over to the table and grabbed one of the chairs, dragging it back over to the counter. She hefted herself up and was able to successfully reach the cupboard, but was still unable to find any food. When she was just about ready to give up, she heard a voice outside the house.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" a man shouted. Clementine looked out the window to see a strange man limping towards the house, moving slowly towards the back porch. She jumped down from the chair, running to sitting beside Dallas, and began to shake him by the shoulder.

"Dallas? Dallas please, there's someone here. I'm scared." She continued to shake his shoulder, but stopped when she heard the back door slide open. She looked at the hammer lying on the ground nearby, and quickly grabbed it, holding it close to her chest like a security blanket. Listening to the footsteps of the man, she could hear them moving closer to the kitchen, seeing his shadow on the floor in front of her. She held her breath, hoping that he would go away, but he kept on walking, finally standing right in front of her. She stared at his shoes, slowly sliding her eyes up the rest of him, to meet his eyes, which were staring right back at her.


...very spooky... :P

Another chapter gone, another successful one at that ^_^

The next chapter will finally be a part of the game itself, crossing over into the storyline!

Although changes won't be evident until the later chapters, so you guys will have to follow along until those changes show... Incentive :D

There may be a few changes in dialogue, but apart from that, new things will start to show later, so hang in there guys :D

See you in the next chapter :3