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Mesu Okami

Chapter 4 - What Do You Remember?

Clementine felt the darkness slowly starting to drift off her body. Her consciousness slowly faded into her mind as she switched in and out of sleeping. Clementine could feel her body starting to be receptive of small movements but all she really felt like doing was rolling over and sleeping again - well, that was until she heard voices arguing above her.

Her eyes creaked open cautious to make sure she went unnoticed, the sudden light made her feel dizzy. Clementine leaned up, her vision adjusting to a nozzle of a rifle a few inches from her nose. A familiar uncomfortable heaviness leaned onto her chest and she felt her heart rate pick up.

Behind the weapon was a young man with black raven hair and fluorescent blue eyes which almost glowed, luckily for the young girl he wasn't paying much attention to her and none of the adults had realized she was awake.

Next to the blue eyed man was a darker skinned lady who was obviously pregnant, she had short untamed hair which stood up by itself giving her a wild short afro.

Clementine flickered her eyes to another man, his skin was darker again and he wore black glasses, nothing about the two seemed supernatural though.

Clementine, cautiously trying to make as little movement as possible looked to Pete, he was arguing with the other people, this black marble eyes were almost hypnotizing.

Clementine took into account only two of them had visible abilities. There are or… Were people in the world who were classified as "pure" but then again not all abilities gave someone a physical characteristic.

Clementine snapped back into reality, if she tried to run, Pete and the man holding the gun looked to be the only ones that could do damage to her. Clementine fought internally with herself trying to decide if she should make a run for it.

"For all we know she could be working with Carver." The pregnant lady spat, crossing her arms over her baby bump. Clementine arched an eyebrow, Carver?

Pete was the first to reply, "she already told us that she was with her friend who got killed. Then she was bitten by the dog." Pete tried to explain, but Clementine could tell he was having trouble convincing them.

"Yeah and you just believed her." The pregnant lady started again, all this arguing wasn't making Clementine feel any better and she quickly started to feel her stomach churn with every slight movement she made. She wanted to run, but she needed to puke.

"She's just a little girl Rebecca-"

"Dog bite my ass!"

"There are no dogs -"

Clementine rolled onto her side, leaning up on her elbows above the ground she felt her throat part ways and her back arched as the bubbling liquid rose up her throat and her contents gushed onto the grass in a watery mess. She groaned as more liquid flushed out her mouth and her eyes started to water, her esophagus burned and she found it difficult to swallow for a moment.

Sputtering and coughing she rolled onto her other side and gripped her stomach in pain, refusing to look up at the people above her.

"Oh for Christ's sake, she's already dying. Do I have to do everything on my own?" Clementine heard the dark skinned lady speak.

The young girl turned her head to see what was going on only to see the woman attempted to pull the gun from the blue eyed man and he fired accidentally.

Clementine's blood pulsed frantically through her veins as a rush of adrenaline coursed through her body, she expected to dead, bleeding or heavily wounded? Why wasn't she in agony?

The blue eyed man looked to the pregnant lady but before he had the chance to speak up she interrupted him. Clementine ears were ringing loudly.

"Are you crazy? Every lurker for five miles probably heard that."

"Hey! That was all you're fault." He shot back, lowering the gun.

"Don't blame this on me."

"Woah, woah. What the fuck?" Clementine finally turned her head and saw Luke come out of the cabin, she still couldn't hear properly.

"Oh, stop your bickerin' it was both of you." Pete growled. "You should keep your finger off the damn trigger, son." He snatched the gun from the man.

The blue eyed man's facial expression turned to anger and his eyes light up like bright blue flames but they quickly sizzled down again Clementine wondered what he could do.

"Everyone calm the fuck down." Luke burst through the small crowd and ran over to her.

"Clementine are you okay?"

She could only slightly hear him but she opened her mouth to reply with fiery profanities but it felt like her eardrums were bleeding and she was scared to talk. She vomited, again.

Luke looked to the four people standing behind him shooting them a hard glare.

"What the hell is wrong with ya'll? She's just a kid."

Clementine wiped her mouth, she wasn't a fucking kid she was 14 or at least close to 15.

"I doesn't matter what she is or isn't, she's bitten - she's dead."

"I. Am. Not. Bitten!" Clementine exclaimed, trying to keep her cool she took a deep breath in and stood up with shaky legs.

The adults all looked at her, each of them having different expressions but having the same hardness to their features. Doubt.

Luke turned and looked to the sickly girl, "Clementine." He spoke broadly. "Where was it that you killed this dog?" He put his hands on his belt.

"What?" The pregnant lady spoke up, confused and already against his unknown idea.

"Where was the dog you killed, I'll go find it and if it's true then we'll know she's not lying."

"You'll need supplies in case things go downhill." The blue eyed man spoke, rubbing the back of his neck he didn't seem one hundred percent with the idea but he looked like he was juggling it.

Pete and the other man stayed quiet, shifting their positions ever so often turning their heads to whoever was speaking. Contemplating everything.

Clementine liked this idea, obviously. But there was one problem.

"Well how the fuck am supposed to know?" She balled her hands into fists, Luke's eyes narrowed but he was also kind of taken back.

"I don't know where the hell I even am right now." She looked around at the trees behind her, they were in the middle of nowhere and last she remembered was walking up a hill. She could feel herself becoming frustrated with these people.

Pete unfolded his arms, finally speaking. "Well, what do you remember?"

Clementine bit her lip and paused for a second, looking at group skeptically but she didn't see how them knowing how she came here would backfire on her later.

"I fell into a river after being chased by bandits, then I woke up on shore and walked for half an hour in the woods looking for food when I found two tents - which might I add were beaten to shit - I slept in one for a few hours and when I woke up this dog came out of nowhere and started attacking me."

"So you killed it." Pete finished the story, looking at the others.

Before anything could be said the cabin door opened up again and out came another man. He had black hair and was broad shouldered wearing a checkered shirt, he smelt like medicine and soap. Clementine assumed this was the famous doctor Luke was talking about.

"What is going on here?" His voice was deep and stern, his eyes set on Clementine like a hawk. He had no reminiscences of a Southern accent and sounded unfamiliar to Clementine.

"Carlos, this girl can't stay here. I can't believe you two bought her bullshit story." The pregnant lady intervened, her eyes burning into Clementine.

"Who said she was staying?" The man spoke up, he didn't sound like he was definitely against the idea but overall just curious.

"I did." Pete mused, looking the pregnant lady, she gave him a hard glare.

"I have a baby to raise and you want to waste supplies, typical."

"Look." Luke spoke prominently again. "I say that Nick and I head out, let her lead us to where she said she killed this dog and if what she says is true then she can stay, or at least you can fix her arm."

Clementine was confused, she was acting like a jerk to Luke and now he was trying to help her. Maybe it was her innocent demeanor shining through. None the less she was grateful even if he was a cat. The young girl looked to the 'doctor' everyone seemed to look to him for leadership if not Pete or Luke.

"And what if you don't find it?" The darker skinned man spoke up, trying to be much apart of this conversation as everyone else.

"Well... We can decide that when we get back but for now we handle this."

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