AN: I had to listen to metal and some hard rock to write this thing XD Hopefully I haven't messed it up! Btw, thank you to Rebloxic for giving me a few ideas for this! Check out his stories if you get a chance!

Lee's POV

I can tell you one thing: we do not have enough people to take on all of these guys. There must be a few dozen in this little army that Nate's cooked together; armed to the teeth and looking like barbarians about to pillage a village.

In fact, I think that's exactly what they're doing right now, as the orange and red flames dance on the fabric of two of our tents; engulfing them in its fiery embrace. Shit's going down tonight, that's for sure.

"Should we take them out?" Mike asks as he, Roman, Jane and I hide behind a pillar of wooden boards. We're a fair distance away from them, but it won't be long before they search the camp.

"Not until we see the signal," Jane whispers harshly, glaring at the army and probably cursing their names. "We can't reveal our position; we'll get overwhelmed if we do it too early."

Glancing behind us, I look at Lilly questioningly, who puts up one finger. Soon, Lee – we'll attack them soon. The only reason we can see each other is because of Nate's "barbecue", but I can't even see him anymore. Fucking coward… he's putting other people in danger to protect his sorry ass.

No matter what, I'm going to be the one to put him down. Count on it.

"Damn it," Roman clenches his fist, "Everything we worked so hard for…"

"After this, we won't need to worry about them ever again," I encourage, watching as Lilly's about to give us the signal. She's up top on the observation deck with Kenny, and are both holding rifles to shoot people at a distance. I bet they're really enjoying each other's company up there…

"We shouldn't have to do this at all, though…"

Suddenly, Lilly frantically motions forward, and the onslaught begins. They can't see where my shots are coming from thankfully, and I've already fired three direct hits into three different people. I've gotten pretty good at shooting with one hand.

Jane, Mike and Roman all start shooting as well, and this thing already seems like a massacre. Bodies are lining the ground, and a couple of the people actually fall back into the burning tents before they die. Crimson blood paints the snow as I reload; hiding behind the pillar as the retaliation starts. Their aim isn't very good, but Roman managed to get clipped in the shoulder slightly as a stray bullet found its mark.

"Argh! Shit!" he curses, clutching his shoulder tightly to try and stop the blood flow. We don't have a lot of medical supplies out here right now. More bullets whizz by and hit our barrier; sending saw dust and chunks of wood to fly around our faces.

"PULL BACK AND SPREAD OUT! FIND COVER!" Tavia bellows as we send more people to their deaths. One of them is that Russell guy that I was with in the basement cellar, and he's gasping for air as Nate looms over top of him. If I could just get a good angle… Oh my god! He's… using him as some kind of human shield?! What the serious fuck?!

"This ain't gonna work!" Mike yells over the sound of gunfire, turning to me, "We need to keep them from getting too deep! There's a shit-load of people out here!"

Looking behind me again, I can't get orders from Lilly, since she seems to be preoccupied with shooting some of the people, as is Kenny. What can we possibly use to block their pursuit?

…the totem poles.

"Roman, you've still got the grenades, right?" I ask, wincing slightly as I get a look at his wound. He simply nods painfully and points to his pack. We've only got a handful of these things, so I need to make them count. We're not running some sort of military camp filled with ammunition over here.

"Someone needs to cover me!" I whisper as more of their army search for lambs to slaughter. Jane quickly nods and follows me to the right; through some of the unburned homes. Luckily, we know this camp a lot better than Nate's forces do.

"We need to block their pursuit before they get over here. What are you gonna do?" Jane asks, scanning for any signs of activity.

Opening the pack, I tell Jane to cover me as I pull the pin and toss it carefully over to some of the totem poles. This better go well…

BOOM!

Down go two of the poles; successfully blocking them for the time being and even crushing a few bodies underneath their weight. You can almost hear the bones in their legs being crushed, but you can definitely hear their screams of pain as they flail about like fish.

But both of us know that won't hold them off for long. There's too many paths to follow in this camp – I just hope the others are alright. They'd better keep my girl safe…

Clem's POV

"Did y'all hear that?" Luke asks, his breath getting hitched in his throat.

"Yeah… do they have explosives down there?" Bonnie questions aloud, pointing to a few stragglers that have flashlights out. Now's the time for us to strike…

"Steady… steady…" Luke motions, placing a hand on my shoulder in anticipation. "Now!"

Poking out from behind our cover, we fire a barrage into the two unknown men; just hoping silently that they weren't accidentally on our side. With the way they were creeping around, though, I don't think we need to worry about that.

Besides, they're dead now anyway.

"How'd they get this far already?!" I whisper harshly, gasping as I recover my breath. This gets your adrenaline pumping like crazy! "They couldn't have broken through that quickly, right?"

"Let's just worry about what we're supposed to be doing," Luke says intently, noticing some more people coming this way. "Fuck! There's a whole bunch this time! Where's… oh shit."

Walkers?! Really?! They've gotten to two of the people who were on watch with us – these guys must've been alerted by the gunfire and gotten the jump on them. They're busy feasting on their turkeys from Thanksgiving, which gives us plenty of time to take some of them out. We won't be able to take on the whole group though, as there are at least twenty-something there.

Unless…

"We should lure them out!" I exclaim, grabbing Bonnie's arm to try and stop her from going further. Luke and Bonnie both look at me like I'm crazy.

"Clem, do you know how dangerous that is?! I don't want to juggle around with our lives here! Plus, how would we stop them from hurting friendlies?" Luke asks, his mouth hanging slightly ajar at even the suggestion that we do something so reckless.

"We can't take them all on at once, though! Use them as… umm, sponges! Yeah, they'll take some of the bullets and get rid of them at the same time! Trust me… I did the same sort of thing with Troy…"

"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk…." Luke breathes out, shaking his head but relenting. "This better work, Clem. Alright, how do we get them out here?"

"Act like a chicken," Bonnie suggests, with me giggling slightly even though we're in a war zone. She seems to be completely serious though. "We need to get out into the open, make a bunch of noise and then sprint to safety. They'll notice Tavia's army, and then we run back to our position before anyone notices. Quickly!"

Taking out three more of their soldiers, we all do as Bonnie suggested and jump around (well, I kind of just pretend I'm jumping due to the prosthetic) while waving our hands in the air; looking like absolute morons. I swear to you – Luke's doing jumping jacks in the middle of a war.

"Over here!" I shout, internally chanting in victory as a bunch of the walkers notice our presence. Stumbling along, we slowly back up towards some of the tents, glancing around them to find that their soldiers are closer than we expected.

And… we've just left the bunker completely unattended.

"This isn't working…" Luke murmurs to me, "The lurkers ain't coming fast enough."

Another blast goes off, deafening my ears as the walkers creep forward unfazed. Some of them have gone and banged their gnarly hands on the door of the bunker… oh god… Brie just opened the door…

"NOOOO!" I scream out, watching as three walkers tackle Brie to the ground and just start devouring her alive; her screams matching the terrified ones of everyone inside. I watch in horror as they rip her to pieces – pulling her intestines apart like a bunch of spaghetti noodles.

I have to get to Sarah, and quickly!

"Clem! Come back!" Luke shouts after me as I walk beside a sea of walkers to get back to the bunker. Thanks to my small size, they can't see me as well and are more interested in the soldiers who've started breaking through our defenses. I can't see Bonnie or Luke anymore, but I have to believe that they've made it out.

Why is it that whenever you don't want things to go wrong, they always end up ten times worse?

This is all my fault. The walkers have broken into the bunker, and more than one person in there is getting chewed on by a hungry walker. I hear some gunshots going off, so someone at least is able to defend them. But as I fire off a couple of rounds and make my way inside…

"Clementine!" Sarah screeches out, trying to get out of a walker's grasp. There's a mass of frightened people in this small space, and getting to Sarah is extremely difficult. I tell her desperately to hold on.

And then…

"CLEMENTINEEEE!" she screams out my name, backed up into a corner and pushing against the hulking mass pitifully. I hear Carlos' voice in my head, begging me to keep his little girl safe.

But I can't.

The walker plunges downwards at Sarah's chest, making a sickening ripping sound as he comes back up with a mouthful of flesh and blood. Sarah's flailing her arms about trying to get the beast off while also screaming in pain, banging her fists against the walker.

"SARAH!" I yell out, putting a bullet in its brain along with the other two walkers that managed to get in here. Dead bodies fill the floor, while the shocked faces of the living burst into tears as they cradle their loved ones.

My attention's focused on my friend with the glasses.

"No… I'm not letting this happen…" I cry pathetically, dropping to my knees and placing my hand atop her chest to try and somehow prevent her from dying. Blood seeps through the spaces between my fingers as my crying intensifies.

"You promised…" Sarah wheezes out, her eyes wide and unfocused as her glasses lay broken on the floor, "Why… why did you lie to me?"

"God damn it, Sarah! You're not dying on me! Not… not like this… I tried to save you, I really did! Jesus… I'm so sorry, Sarah!"

"Are… are we still friends?" she asks, her mind probably going loopy as she goes from blaming me for all of this to being the innocent, little girl that I've come to love over the past few months.

"Always…" I weep, grasping her hand tightly as she slowly starts to lose consciousness. "Best friends for life, remember?"

"Yeah… I think that's… good… Clementine…" she finishes slowly before her eyes grow dim and her hold on my hand weakens.

"No…" I whisper hoarsely, desperately clutching onto her hand tightly and fighting back tears as I clench my teeth.

I've… I've failed her. I told Carlos that I'd watch over her and keep her safe… but that may have been the biggest lie of them all. I lead this poor girl in my arms to her death, and there's no bringing her back. That fantasy we were living in at the park… the times that we played board games and stay up talking about all kinds of things… Was it all just a sham? Did she mean nothing to me? Was Sarah just another pawn for me to advance my own life?

She couldn't be… like I said, we were best friends.

Vernon carefully walks over to me and bends down to my level – which is basically the floor at this point – to offer his condolences.

"I'm terribly sorry," he says quietly, looking heartbroken himself as Brie just died but moments ago, "This is an awful time, I know, but – "

"I'll take care of it," I reply emotionlessly, not bothering to wipe away the few stray tears that roll down my cheeks. Sure, we wouldn't have been able to get rid of all the walkers and deal with the remaining soldiers at the same time, but it was still my choice to lead them out here. It's my fault that Sarah's dead, so I need to be the one to end it.

Wordlessly, I stand up, look her straight in the face, aim my pistol and fire; ignoring the startled yelps and dirty looks of the remaining patrons. I'd count how many there are in this deathtrap, but I've got other things on my mind.

I want to get out of here – this place makes me feel incredibly ill, and even if I can't bury her, I can at least give Sarah a proper send-off.

Grasping onto her hand, I drag her lifeless body unceremoniously out of the bunker – over other dead bodies and causing a few people to jump out of the way in surprise. Checking outside, most of the walkers appear to be gone or put down now, and I don't hear anymore gunfire. Did we win? Is it over before anything really began?

I've got a feeling that's not going to be the case at all.

Dragging her slowly towards the bank of the lake, I carefully toss her into the freezing water; the numbness creeping from my toes up to my knee as I step into the inky blackness. The moon still illuminates the surroundings, so it looks a little bit more peaceful at least. This might not exactly classify as a funeral, but perhaps I can put her memory to rest. It's literally the least I can do after my colossal failure.

"I'm sorry, Sarah…" I say to her, letting the girl float on the calm waters as I stand there watching in silent sadness and grief.

"Clem?" Luke asks, clutching his arm as Bonnie (thankfully) joins him on the shoreline – both of them watching to see what I'm up to.

"Sarah…" I whisper sadly, but loud enough for them to hear. "I… It's all my fault… I couldn't save her…"

Luke looks absolutely traumatized, and Bonnie doesn't look much better. They're probably wondering how things could have gone so wrong so quickly, and I can't help but join them on shore as I collapse uselessly against Luke. Bonnie's hugging the both of us while stroking her hand soothingly through my hair, and I desperately need the comfort right now.

It's the only way that I can get through this nightmare.