Where to? Where for?
They had found a safe place, but it was fragile, just like every other "safe" place
in this world you couldn't rely on seemingly safety.
When this place would fall, just like the drugstore, like the Travelier Motel, like the
manor, and last the train did, they would have to move on. Every so called "safe-haven"
would fall once humans would appear and claim them for themselves. Like Molly once
said: "In the end... the dead always win." but she also said: "It doesn't take much to
outsmart the dead." That was the key, to keep moving, and keep the crawlies off of you,
but how? That was up to our survivors to figure out if they wanted to survive, but did they?
Where for? Live to die another day? That didn't sound too appealing, wasn't it easier to just
get it over with right now right there? No, something in them kept them going, even
though there really wasn't much to live for, it was foolish to assume that the walkers would...
just disappear, they had to fight them, or to live with them, to learn to avoid them.
Lee: "How are you holding up sweet pea?"
Clementine: "Leeeeee... I..."
Lee: "Sssshhhhh... it's okay girl... it's okay." He hugged her.
Of course it was just a dream, and it felt surreal. But she felt his warmth, like
their last hug was just yesterday, though it felt like a lifetime ago if she would think back.
Clementine: "I... I miss you..."
Lee: "It's okay... it's okay... I miss you too..."
Clementine: "Everything's just so... terrible..."
Lee: "I know... things will be worse, but hey... you gotta be strong."
Clementine: "Why do you always say that?"
Lee: "Because I mean it... I know you can, you're smart, they're not, you're smarter than ALL of 'em."
Clementine: "But... I'm little... if one grabs me..."
Lee: "...you'll outsmart him, I'll always be watching you, and I won't let one of those fuckers get you, you hear me?"
Clementine: "Yes... swear." She smiled a little, in the dream, and also in the real world.
Lee smiled back... the dream ended.
She pretended to be strong, but the truth was that everything burdened her, she could
barely take any more emotional pain, she tried not to cry, and not to talk about Lee or
her parents, and neither she wanted to think about them, because weakness was the thing, that
would get you killed. But in the nights she cried, quietly, like back at the motel, she didn't want anybody
to see, hear or notice in any way.
She woke up and looked around.
Clementine: "Hello? Where are you all?" "Oh noooo..." she thought.
She reached for her gun and took it, she slowly approached the door.
With her right hand she aimed, and with the left one she reached for the door handle.
She slowly opened it and took a step outside.
Omid: "Seems the fucker wasn't so dead after all, huh?"
Christa: "Yeah, poor guy just died before we arrived, could've been an useful ally."
Omid: "Yeah..."
Christa: "How could we be so stupid and forget about the fact, that we have to destroy the brain?"
Omid: "Lord knows we were tired..."
Clementine was happy as hell to see those two being alright.
Clementine: "Good morning." She said with a neutral voice.
Omid: "Hey there, good morning, sweetie." He grinned.
Christa: "Good morning, Clem!" She smiled.
Omid: "Slept good?"
Clementine: "It was okay." She smiled back.
Omid: "The least thing you deserved after all the sh... things you went through."
Clementine: "How long can we stay here? I like the forest and the trees, It's beautiful. And the house is comfy."
She cheered a little.
Omid: "Well... not for too long, I'm sorry, but if we stay too long, this place is gonna get us killed."
Christa. "Now hold on a minute, how comes you think that?"
Omid: "I had some conversations with Lee, Kenny and Ben, look, they said, where ever they used to stay,
the walkers soon had overrun the place, we need to be smart, we don't know how many of them are in
those woods, and how long it takes for them to notice us,
so we spend some days exploring the ground and get the... and get away."
Christa: "Oh yeah? Where to?"
Omid: "I don't know, one thing is for sure... we can't stay.
Christa: "W... well we can still rest for some days, can't we?" She sounded desperate.
Omid: "If we keep our voices down, and I mean it. Once one shouts we can start gathering our stuff and move on."
Christa: "By foot?"
Omid: "Any other option?"
Christa: "Find fuel for the train...?"
Omid: "Nah... it needs more than we could possibly carry, but you know what we could do?"
Christa: "Tell me."
Omid: "Find a car, there must be villages or something nearby..."
Christa: "Oh no..."
Omid: "Yeah it's dangerous, but we'll make it."
Clementine: "It gets cold out here..."
Omid: "Winter is about to begin, we need warm clothes, so there are 2 reasons to go
looking for villages now.
Even back at the motor inn they worried about winter, and now it got closer and closer, as
if surviving in an apocalypse wouldn't be tough enough, but now they had to deal with low temperatures.
Omid: "First things, first... I'll go exploring the environment."
Christa: "You mean... we right?"
Omid: "I would've said we, if I meant it, look hon' it's too dangerous for you girls. Stay
and play with Clementine, I love you Christa, you know that, right?
Christa: "Yeah I do, I love you too."
Omid went over to Clementine.
Omid: "Okay, I'll be going now, keep an eye on Christa, would you? He winked.
Clementine smiled.
Omid went down the hill and into the forest, it was early in the morning and the shadows made it difficult to
see in the woods. He went south (without knowing, they had no compass). He had his rifle and revolver with him.
His face had a very strained expression, and he was thinking while walking all alone in a foreign forest.
After 50 Minutes of walking straight on, he heard a metallic "clicking."
He turned his hear around nervously and quickly scanned the area for menaces.
Strange voice: "Hold it right there." He had a strange accent and a deep voice.
Omid: "Okay... no problem, I ain't a bad man, just... some fella looking for supplies."
Strange voice: "We see about that, put your hands behind head, go!" the pronunciation was very... Arab, or Russian.
Omid did what he was told to do.
Strange voice: "Oke, what for you have so many guns?"
Omid: "Are you fucking kidding me? Take a goddamn look around, there are fucking
creeps around every corner,... no offense." Of course he meant the walkers, but he let it sound like he was talking to the
stranger too.
Strange voice: "Very funny, moron. Who are you?"
Omid: "I'm Omid and you?"
Strange voice: "The man, asking the question here, but to you I'm Andrei."
Omid: "Okay..., what are you going to do now?"
Andrei: "Find out if you're worth killing or not, so you say you're good guy?"
Omid: "Yeah... a normal guy at least."
Andrei: "Spilled blood yet?"
Omid: "Yeah, walker blood."
Andrei: "Is that so...? Tell me, what makes you -good- ?"
Omid: "I don't point guns at random people..."
Andrei: "But you're quite an asshole..."
Omid: "Damn my arms hurt, can we cut this crap? What do you want to hear from me? I try to keep my pregnant girlfriend
alive, and a little 9 year old orphan, if I haven't earned a place in heaven for that, then I don't fucking know what to say!"
Andrei: "Look... I am sorry, but I can't take any chances, in your position you must understand that, okay I put away gun."
He lowered his gun.
Omid: "Thanks, so let's start from scratch, hey I'm Omid." He stretched out his hand, waiting for a hand shake.
Andrei: "Hey, I'm Andrei" He shook Omid's hand "Nice to meet you." He was a middle aged guy, with black hair, a mustache
and of course a beard, his body was in good shape.
Omid: "Have you seen a village nearby?"
Andrei: "No... but I know one, it's 70 minutes away from here.
Omid: "Okay, are you alone out here?"
Andrei: "Yes... my group was... you know..."
Omid: "Yeah I do... so many good people have died."
Andrei: "No need to tell me..."
Omid: "Okay, Iead me to the village."
Meanwhile at the shack.
Clementine: "Will Omid be okay?"
Christa: "Yeah, sure." She tried to reassure Clementine, but she wasn't so sure herself.
Clementine: "I hope so, I don't want to lose Omid."
Christa: "Me neither..."
Clementine: "What happened to Kenny and Ben?"
Christa: "They didn't make it, sorry."
Clementine: "Oh... but how?"
Christa: "Ben... fell from a balcony, and... Kenny went down to save him, but...
there was no saving him. We don't know what happened to Kenny, not even Lee saw it, but he's probably... in a better place now.
Clementine: "Oh... good to know." She looked sad. "Ben was my friend..."
Christa: "I know, he came with us to go looking for you, he really wanted to save you, he was a good friend."
Clementine went back to drawing and Christa watched out for walkers.
Omid talked to Andrei about what happened to them the last few days.
There was no trust between them, but they couldn't just shoot each other, they had to
try and work together, the more, the better, those words never were as true as now.
Author's note:
This chapter was a teasing chapter
for the next one, and that one will
contain some action, I promise.
Who is this new guy? Just a fellow
survivor? Is he trustworthy?
Once again: future will show.
Oh and before I forget: Thanks for
reading! By the way, if you're planing
on further reading my story I'd sure
appreciate followers. :D
Oh and by the way: I'll be busy the
next at least 3 days, so during that
time I won't be able to update,
sorry.
