A/N I'm having writer's block (worst thing ever) but I want to get this chapter up, so I shall attempt to write a decent chapter. Thanks for waiting ;)
Reviews:
unknown: Any character...hmmm Lee? I reckon you're referring to characters who aren't dead, so I would have to go with either Christa, Molly, or Lilly. I can't choose okay XD
ending: Yes, Clem was very sweat lol. I left Wellington with Kenny.
did you know: Thank god, indeed.
I'm gonna keep them limited today, only because I'm so freaking tired. Please keep them up! I read them sometimes in class and everyone is like 'Angela...why are you smiling...?' and I just make up some lame ass excuse because I don't tell people that I'm on fanfiction:) no because it's weird, but because I don't want them reading my stories. They're all losers lol.
Boom snap clap let us continue the story!
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700 Days Before (Later)
"Race you to the top!" I shouted as I ran up the hill at full speed. I grinned as the cool breeze caught my face and blew my hair behind my shoulders. The sun was shining down on me, warming up my whole body.
"Hey, you cheated!" Kenny yelled with a laugh. He tried to catch up to me, but I was already too far ahead. My feet sunk into the damp grass with every small but speedy step I took.
I stopped running once I reached the top of the hill, panting just a little. Kenny made it up a few seconds later. There was a bright smile plastered on his face; the first genuine smile I've seen in a long time. Kenny had been down in the dumps ever since his family and Lee died, but who can blame him? I wasn't dumb. I could tell that he was only trying to stay strong for me. But for once, this smile didn't seem forced.
"I don't know how you have so much energy," he said. "We've been walking for God knows how long."
"I get my sleep, that's why."
His smile faded a bit, but before he could respond, a huge gust of wind came and swept my hat off my head. I watched as it flew down the hill
"MY HAT!" I screamed and instantly ran after it. Kenny did the same, and we both went sprinting down the hill like we were running from walkers. I expected to find my hat at the bottom, but it was nowhere in sight. A feeling of disappointment and sadness wedged its way into me. "Do you see it anywhere?"
Kenny turned his head in every direction, as did I, but there was nothing to see. Only grass that had winter suck all the color out of it, and trees to the side that stood in packs. I frowned. Where could it have gone?
"Don't hang your head darlin', we''ll find it," he soothed, and placed a reassuring hand on my head, only this time it felt odd because my hat wasn't there to cover it.
"How?" I questioned, forcing back tear before I could start to cry. My dad gave me that hat. It reminded me of him, and my mom, and also Lee. I've been through a lot with that thing. It couldn't disappear just like that. It couldn't disappear like everyone else I've lost.
"Come on," Kenny said as he marched towards the woods. "It couldn't have gone that far." I followed him only because I wanted to believe that we could find it, not because I actually did.
I glanced over at Kenny, who had his hand curled around his gun. It was the same gun he's been carrying for the past month. The same gun I took from the walker in the jewelery store. The same gun he used to shoot Lee. The same gun he's been using to kill any harm in our way. Only now, it was just about useless. With one lone bullet left, we had to hope that we didn't encounter anything dangerous on our supply run.
The mood changed very quickly. One minute we were racing up the hill laughing and having fun, and the next we were searching for my hat; the one thing of value I had left. The sun was no longer shining down us now that we were under the protection of large and lofty trees. I continued walking, clinging onto my clothes for no apparent reason.
"We're gonna have to get you something warmer to wear," Kenny said, gesturing to the dress I was wearing. It was the same cream colored one with yellow striped sleeves that I've had on for over a month.
"Yeah," I said in agreement, but my mind wasn't exactly focused on what I was wearing, more on what I wasn't wearing; my hat.
I heard a creak behind a tree, followed by a familiar growling noise. Kenny tucked the gun beneath his shirt and whipped out a knife instead. There was only one walker and I've seen him take on a lot more than that with just a blade.
"Stay back," he said, holding up his hand. I did as told, and watched Kenny approach the walker with swiftness and stealth. Before it could react, he plunged the knife deep into its skull. "Clem, look at this."
"I think I've seen enough dead bodies, thank you."
"No, come here," he said with a chuckle. And so I walked over to the tree where Kenny had his body hunched over the dead walker. His hand was spread out, revealing four shiny, gold bullets. "Same kind."
"Does he have a gun?" I asked,
Kenny shook his head. "No, kinda strange of the fella to be roaming with ammo but no gun. Normally it's the opposite for us."
Just as I was about to add to the conversation, I heard the sound of more nearby walkers. I immediately turned to Kenny, who gave me a wide-eyed look before whispering, "Don't make a sound." He pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me almost like a shield. "We need to see how many there are," he said into my ear. We stayed there silently, waiting for the walkers to approach, but also hoping that they went in the other direction. The growls grew loud, offering the hint that there might be more than just a few, and that they might be coming right for us.
"Shit," Kenny said aloud. "RUN!" Before I could react, he broke out of the holding position and clung onto my wrist, pulling me in the same direction that we came from. I looked back and caught a glimpse of what we were running from; dozens of twitching mouths and sunken faces. My feet dashed forward as I tried to keep up with Kenny, who was still tugging on my arm. We flew past all the trees, eventually coming to the same hill from before, only this time we didn't hurry up it. Instead, we kept going straight.
We kept running until the monsters went away.
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We came across a small, one-level house in the middle of nowhere. It's windows were boarded up, the shingles on the roof were barely clinging on, and it smelled really bad out here for some odd reason. I stood still as I watched Kenny peer through a gap in between the wooden planks.
"Looks empty," he mumbled, and then moved over to the door. He banged his fist on the dark wood. After a couple moments of silence, he twisted the doorknob and walked into the house, with me close behind.
It was dark and cold inside, reminding me of what's like staying in the restaurant. There wasn't a lot of space to cover, so Kenny told me to wait in the first room as he entered the next. I sat down on a big, stripped chair, similar to the red and white striped one back home, the one I always used to call "the candy cane chair". In fact, this whole room reminded me of my house. It was a cozy area with some furniture positioned around a coffee table. However, we used to have a television, not some dusty old bookcase that stood eerily in the corner of the room.
I unzipped my backpack and took out the crackers Kenny had told me to pack. After tearing open the plastic package, I stuffed the first one into my mouth with one bite. They were the type my mom used to buy for me to put in my soup. I smiled sadly, remembering the times we used to sit at kitchen table, eating our dinner as we waited for my dad to come home.
Kenny returned with a large duffel bad slung over his shoulder. There was a content grin slapped across his face.
"What'd you find?" I asked eagerly. He placed the bag on the table and began to take out its contents for me to see. My eyes widened as he pulled out gun after gun, along with handfuls of extra ammo.
"Looks like whoever was living here had it pretty good," he stated. "There's some food in the kitchen too. Nothing compared to what we have back at the restaurant, but it's a decent amount. Looks like this supply run was a good idea afterall."
I caught myself agreeing with him at first, but then I felt the strange bareness on my head where my hat used to sit. I looked at the ground with unhappiness.
"I'm sorry about your hat, darlin'," Kenny said, resting a hand on my shoulder. He looked sincerely sad.
I nodded without looking up. "Can we go back and look for it? We have more bullets now, so we can just shoot all the walkers."
He sighed. "That's not a good idea. As much as I want to help you find your hat, we can't go back. You saw how many walkers were back there, and even if we could kill them all, we'd could be attracting a herd with the all that noise." His voice was soft and gentle, but I couldn't be comforted by what he was saying. I nodded again, this time on the verge of tears, knowing that I'll never see my beloved hat again.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud coming from the door. My eyes snapped in that direction, and I immediately recognized the person standing in the doorway; someone who I hadn't expected to see ever again.
"What are you doing here?"
A/N Cliffhangerrrr! Who's the returning familiar face? And more importantly, will Clementine ever find her hat? :0 Sorry if this chapter was kinda rushed and crappy. As I said, I wanted to get this up as soon as possible. But hey, at least something interesting will happen next chapter. Thanks for reading, and as always... peeeace
