"Clem?" Luke groaned as the child shifted beside him. There wasn't much they could do so they would take turns resting, although, rest was something Clementine didn't seem to get much of. The girl's nightmares bothered Luke, he wondered why she had them so often. "Clem, what are you doing?" He slurred out tiredly.

"It's okay, Luke." Clementine spoke in a comforting tone, patting her hand gently on his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked again.

"Shh...Go back to sleep." Clementine said, not answering his question.

"Where are you going?" Luke questioned the little girl.

"Just...Over there." Clementine pointed to the other side of the room, giving a shrug.

"Oh...Okay." Luke didn't question the child any further. He was too tired. He didn't have any energy left to argue with the girl. He then returned to his slumber.

Luke awoke abruptly, at first he was unsure why. He looked around, when a soft sound hit his ears. Someone was crying. And that someone could only be one person.

"Clem?" Luke called.

The sobbing was quiet as if the girl was trying to force herself to keep it down.

"Clementine?" Luke spoke a little louder, hoping the girl was okay. "Come on, kid. Go back to sleep."

Clementine didn't respond to her name and Luke found himself growing concerned.

Forcing himself up, he made his way over to the child, who sat on the other side of the room.

As he got closer, he could see the little girl's form even though the darkness. Seeing her tear-stained face and her knees tucked close to her chest, he felt his heart clench.

"Clem," He called kneeling down to the girl's height.

"Go away..." The girl mumbled brokenly.

"What are you-" He trailed off as he noticed the girl held a piece of glass in her little hand. "What the fuck Clem?" He quickly made a move to remove the glass from her palm.

"No!" Clementine cried, trying to struggle away. She gripped the glass tighter, feeling it cut into her palm. "Let me go!"

"No." Luke refused. "What the hell were you doing?"

"Nothing!" Clementine lied.

"What do you mean nothing?" Luke asked in disbelief as the child lied to him. "Give me the glass."

"No." Clementine cried, "Let me go, Luke."

"I'm not gonna let you go." Luke argued as he kept her in his grasp.

Luke had managed to loosen her hand which had become bloody from clenching onto the glass shard. Pulling the glass from her hand, he tossed it aside.

"Why would you do that, Clem?" He asked running a hand through his hair.

"I... I don't know..." Clementine shrugged, dropping her gaze.

"Don't tell me you don't know. You know, Clem." Luke said sternly. "Tell me why."

The girl stayed silent, biting her lip until it bled.

"Clementine!" Luke called again, he refused to let her stay silent.

"What?!" The girl snapped.

"Why did you have the glass?" Luke demanded.

Clementine only shook her head.

"Why can't you tell me, kid?" He spoke softer than before, placing a hand on her shoulder.

The girl choked back a sob, golden eyes meeting Luke's. "C-Carver..." she whimpered before wrapping her arms around Luke's neck.

Luke allowed the embrace, patting her back. He wondered what Carver had to do with anything. He tightened his grip on the child as he felt her trembling. "It's okay Clem..." He assured her. "I got you. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

"Promise?" She asked in a small voice that made Luke's stomach turn.

"I promise you, kid."

Clementine gave a small nod, she liked being with Luke. She didn't know why, or if what he was saying was true, but he made her feel safe. She buried her face in his shoulder, taking a deep breath, "Thank you."

Luke had held her tight, rocking her until her sobs grew less frequent, and then he rested her down beside him and she had fallen asleep.

Long into the night, the child would drift off and not too much time would pass before she would wake up weeping. This happened on and off, and each time Luke would comfort her the best he could, until the child went quiet and would fall back to sleep.

He didn't think he would be getting much sleep tonight.

Right as he was trying to fall asleep, he heard a cry. He looked to his side to see Clementine twisting and turning.

Luke let out a sigh. "Clementine, wake up, kiddo." He called, giving the child a shake.

"No! No!" The child shook her head, struggling.

"Clementine, c'mon kid. It's just a dream." Luke said desperately. He glances towards the door, a bit fearful that someone might hear the young girl's cries.

"No... It hurts! It hurts so bad! It hurts!" The child whined.

"What hurts?" Luke asked. He was ready to look her over for wounds.

She only repeated herself, "It huuuurts..." The girl's voice broke off into sobs.

"It's alright, Clem." He gathered the child into his arms. "Don't cry."

The girl's eyes were tightly shut and she struggled against him. "Please don't..." She whimpered. "Leave me alone."

"Clem," He gave her a shake.

"Leave me alone!"

"Open your eyes Clem." He ordered.

Clementine eyes snapped open and she looked terrified.

"It was just a bad dream, alright. It's okay." He told her.

"Carver...Carver..." Clementine shook her head, not able to get anything else out.

"He's not here, Clem." Luke said. "He can't do anything."

"L-Luke?" Clementine questioned.

Luke gave a nod. "Yeah?"

"I'm...sorry." Clementine stated, voice full of sadness.

"You don't have to be sorry. You didn't do nothing wrong." Luke said. "Wanna try to sleep some more?" He asked.

Clementine gave a shrug. "I'm scared..."

"Of what?" Luke asked.

"What if I have another nightmare?" Clementine questioned fearfully.

"I'll be here. And just remember it's not real." Luke said.

"You're not going to leave me...R-Right?" The child questioned.

"No, Clem." Luke said. "Now try to get some rest. I'm still tired."

"O-Okay, Luke." The girl said, with a yawn. She moved back to her spot as Luke lay beside her, offering her a reassuring smile. "Goodnight."

"Night kid."