The child left the house around twenty minutes ago. She had gotten into better clothing, some jeans and a dark grey denim jacket.
The child made up her mind about going after the two men, she already killed half of their group. The bald guy with the goatee didn't seem like one to back down and just run away, he was the one who fired his pistol at her too. He was bound to come back, probably with more people. As for the other guy, the younger one? He didn't seem like he wanted to be there, too frightened to even do anything it looked like.
Very unfortunate, if he gets shot in the crossfire. If he was smart, he would've left the other guy and just gone on his own maybe find better people to survive with. The child doubted it though, it was funny to her. The man was older than she was, probably in his late teens and she was thirteen and on her own.
She made her way through the woods, the men may have been long gone by now. It was better to search for them rather than waking up one night to gunfire coming through the boarded windows. The child didn't know how to track but she could still faintly see footsteps in the dirt. She had followed after the path the men took to flea and eventually she noticed the footsteps.
"I-Is this really a good idea?" She turned to her left, spotting a timidly looking Sarah.
"Yes, it is," Clem replied.
"B-but i-it's dangerous."
"Really? You don't say." The child deadpanned.
"I-I'm just a-a bit scared. You'll get hurt."
"Yeah... only if I do something stupid." Clem proceeded, focusing back on the footsteps in the dirt.
"Y-you are doing something stupid though."
"Actually, stupid is letting them go so they can come back and kill us. That is what stupid is."
"Why not just pack up and leave?"
"Because I don't want to!" Clem growled, making her friend flinch. The child continued her trip. Her plan was to just kill them as soon as she found them, there wasn't a better one. She could approach it quietly but that would've taken too long for her liking. She had a shotgun, a reliable one too. She killed the other two with it, she'll do the same with these ones.
Clementine saw a miniature tattered tent set up in a small clearing, she approached them with her weapon drawn. Upon entering the site, she noticed the people around it.
She had been travelling for a couple of hours now, the sun was beginning to set.
With her gun cocked, she entered the campsite. A group of three people, sitting over on a log took notice of her but before they could do anything, Clementine locked her gun onto them.
"Woah-woah-whoa, hey!" The man sitting on the far right of the log held up his hands. He looked to be in his mid-twenties wearing a checkered shirt and jeans. Curly brown hair and a slim build.
"Shut up! Shut up, just shut up! Answer my questions and y'all will be perfectly fine! Okay? Good!" Clementine interrupted. "Has anyone passed through here!? Two guys to be specific!"
The woman in their group, a frown on her face and slightly shaking her head before she turned to the curly-haired man.
"I-I-uhh-no! N-no! We haven't seen anyone! T-to be honest... w-we've actually haven't seen anyone in like... like weeks!" The man stuttered out and shaking. His accent was... strange. Like Buricko's, foreign but different, he wasn't American. Clementine decided to take note of the shape they were in. They had a considerable amount of dirt on their clothes, some blood patches and tears here and there.
The group seemed in rough shape, only having one bag... or at least, that was all she saw. All three of them appeared to be fairly young, probably mid or early twenties.
A few moments go by until the girl spoke up. "Y-you're... you're a-"
"Be quiet!" The other man sitting beside her on the log harshly murmured.
"What!?"
"She's holding a shotgun, in case if you didn't know! We don't wanna piss her off!"
"But she's a kid though!" She whispered.
"One that could kill us right now if you. do. not. shut. up!"
Clem watched their exchange. It was clear that they weren't associated with whoever was in her house.
"U-uhh-" her eyes found the curly-haired man again. "H-hey-uhh, I don't know who you're looking for b-but..."
When he didn't answer right away, she took a menacing step closer. "What?"
"Do... d-do you have a-a group or something?"
"No... and I don't need one." She lowered her gun and began walking off, out of their camp.
Not even a few seconds later, she heard someone yell out at her. "W-wait!"
"What!?" She turned back too see that the woman was now standing nervously fiddling with her fingers.
"I-I-is there... m-maybe like a store somewhere around here?" The woman curiously but fearfully asked. "W-we haven't eaten in a few days a-and..."
Clem stared at her for a few moments. They weren't cooking anything in their fire, it was probably to keep them warm nothing else. The two other men were standing back watching with looks of caution. This group could be lying, they could have stashed their supplies somewhere. Maybe they have a place and they were using it to store all the supplies they stole from strangers. It would be pointless to kill them... if that were the case.
"Clem?" Sarah came into view beside her shoulder. Her friend threw a glance at the group before turning back at her. "You're not gonna... kill them... are you?" She asked with an expecting look on her face.
The younger girl didn't reply, she wasn't going to start talking to herself in front of a bunch of strangers. That would just be insane.
"Please don't. J-just... help them out a bit, all they need is a little bit of help. That's it." Sarah continued. "Maybe we could bring them over-"
"That is not happening, shut the hell up!" Clem blurted out, cutting off her friend.
"You can't just hurt everyone you come across!" Sarah snapped back.
The younger girl frowned at the sudden burst of energy that came from her friend. "Where is this coming from?
"Don't change the subject." Her friend gestured at the group. "These people need help and all you care about is their supplies."
"First of all, I don't trust these people-"
"E-excuse me-"
"Be quiet!" Clem shouted at the woman, shutting her up. She turned back to Sarah. "We know nothing about these people and you're saying that we should bring them to my house?"
"No, I was suggesting that we should bring them over to the river. Y'know? Where we fish? If you hadn't have cut me off like you always do, you would've heard me." The teen said with an annoyed expression.
"That's still-You know what? Just shut up!" Clem turned back to the group who all had disturbed looks on their faces. "Go hunt! You want food? Y'all are hungry? Go hunt! Kill some animals! I don't care!" She began walking off into the woods before stopping in her tracks and turning back around. "Screw it, you guys want food? Come with me!" She then began walking back in the other direction, toward the river.
She passed the camp once again but stopped when she realised she wasn't being followed. She frowned, shaking her head before marching back to the camp. "Hello!? Are you guys hungry or not!?" She exclaimed, an incredulous look on her face.
All three strangers shared unsure glances at one another. "W-where are we going exactly?" The curly-haired man inquired.
"What, are you deaf or some-" She paused. She had forgotten that Sarah was just a mere hallucination and that she was not actually there. She sighed. "There's a river, not exactly far from here but there's fish there but if you're not interested..." The teen stood up. "Then I'm outta here."
The man turned to his two group members, waiting for their agreement. The one with short hair stood up. "W-we need the food... we don't exactly have much to eat here."
"I-I agree." The woman still had that disturbed expression, she must be hungry if she was willing to ignore her basic instincts. It was obvious the girl was unnerved by Clementine. Seeing a child out in the woods on her own having conversations with herself would be enough to freak everybody out.
"Before we get moving, I need your names." The young girl inquired.
"O-oh-uhh, I'm Edouard. That is Théodore and that's Berthe." Edouard casually introduced himself before he went to go pack up their gear which wasn't much. Just a messy old tent and one backpack.
Clementine didn't want to do this. She was being an idiot, really. She knew it, there were more important things to attend to and yet she was going to be escorting a couple of strangers who may or may not be bad people. She didn't know why she was letting an hallucination cloud her judgement. Maybe it was guilt, feeling at fault for killing Sarah and she just felt obligated to listen to her either way; she didn't know.
Those two scavengers were probably long gone by now...