Clementine felt the wound becoming numb. drastically numb. It wouldn't be long before she started to lose feeling in her legs. Hopefully, she'd find shelter or some medical equipment soon.

She didn't have any time to go rooting around her cabin while it was set ablaze. The teen wasn't able to think straight if she hadn't been shot by that man, she would be livid right now. She would've been enraged way earlier, she would've chased after the marauders but she'd been hindered.

She was lightheaded, face felt cold moistened with sweat. She was getting exhausted by the second, every step felt like her feet were strapped to fifty-pound weights.

It felt like dying, the wound didn't even hurt anymore. She wondered if she was even going to make it. If she would truly live. At this rate... the odds were against her.

That gun was weighing her down. She could've easily just dropped it. Tossed it to the side and left without it but guns like that were difficult to come by. True, she was the one who found it. Quite easily too but since the scavengers had found her; chances were, they must've found the gun store as well. Could've robbed it blind.

There was no way in living hell she was going to leave her gun even if it killed her...

literally.

The young girl tracked through the woods. She had no idea where she was going. She could've gone to the river, it was her initial thought but that was hours ago. Not really but it felt like it. Too damn tired to keep track of the time.

"So... this is how it ends?" The young girl weakly turned her head, her eye(s) landing on her old guardian.

The girl let out a quiet scoff. "No... It's not... h-how it... ends." She stood up straight which only caused her to violently shake before she stumbled against a random tree.

"Are you sure about that Clementine?"

"Yes!" The girl spouted as strongly as she could.

Lee shook his head, sighing. "Still stubborn. Even on the brink of death."

"Y-yeah..." The girl tried pushing herself off of the tree. She struggled but she managed. "You can blame Kenny for that." She continued her walk through the wilderness. Lee followed behind.

"He was a good friend... wasn't he?"

The girl stayed silent for a few moments. "Y-yeah... yeah, he was." She answered, limping.

"And he'd still be here... if you weren't too trigger happy."

"What the hell... a-are you talking about Lee?"

"If you hadn't shot Sarah... Carlos and Kenny would still be alive."

The girl scowled at him. "What the hell are you sayin'!? T-that it was my fault!?"

"That is exactly what he's saying!" She turned to see Carlos standing over by a tree with a mad look on his face. He still had that knife wound in his neck and the clothes he wore were still tattered. "If it wasn't for you, we would still be alive! My daughter would still be alive!"

"Actually, if it wasn't for Mike, the prick, you would all still be alive."

"He wasn't the one who pulled the trigger!"

He was right about that. Mike wasn't the one who killed Sarah, it was her. That was a mistake, she was too blinded by the facade that they had left her behind. It filled her with rage that wouldn't go away and as soon as she found Sarah in that blizzard; she had gunned her down without a thought, it was pure bloodlust.

"Yeah, well I'm sorry about that Carlos." Clementine quietly muttered, looking elsewhere.

"Well, that's not going to bring her back, is it!?"

There wasn't any point to this, she was wasting too much time here. Delirium was quickly setting in, albeit the hallucinations were always present but she could physically feel herself slipping her away. She needed to drop this now, this entire "interaction" was fruitless. Without responding, the girl trekked on through the woods; ignoring the voices of her old friends who weren't there.

"We have to get out of this forest. I don't know why we decided to come here but I want out." Theodore exclaimed in French.

"We didn't decide to come here, we had to. The town we were hold up at was running low on resources." Edouard replied.

"And you thought becoming jungle masters was a great idea."

"As I recall Theo, you didn't exactly have a plan either." Berthe screwed the lid off of the bottle she was holding and taking a sip of water. They decided to use the river as a source of water, there wasn't anywhere else to drink. Might as well turn to the lake.

Speaking of which they left after a couple of days. They needed some food and they got it, they weren't planning on staying there. It felt too vulnerable, taking shifts at night to make sure nobody would come across them which, to their luck, no one did.

They managed to catch some fish, taking it with them for the road ahead.

"We never should've come here, America is terrible. Look at this place! " Theodore cried out at the trees around them."Came here for a simple vacation that was it... and now look where we are. Stuck in the middle of the woods."

"Stop paying attention to the time, it'll go faster if you stopped complaining," Edouard sneered.

"I did stop... hours ago! We've been walking for hours. This forest has a mind of it's own, I swear! It's trapping us on purpose."

"Okay, quit being ridiculous."

"No, I'm serious. Nature is out for our blood, just take a look at the monsters around you."

"Guys," Berthe called out.

"Nature didn't create the monsters."Edouard retorted Theo's uncanny statement.

"Guys! Look! " The two men glanced at the woman before looking over at where she was pointing.

On their left, between the trees in the afternoon orange ray of light was movement. Slow, pitiful movement. The figure was quite a distance away as they weren't able to tell who or what it was. It was moving away from them, going in the direction from where they had just come from. It seemed to be holding some type of object in it's hands.

Berthe could swear that the figure was wearing a cap and her eyes widened. "Wait... is that..." she trailed off, watching it for a few more moments before it suddenly gave way and fell to the ground.

Without warning, the woman began making her way toward it. That was until a hand reached out and grabbed her, she turned to Theo with a grimace on his face. "What are you doing? "

"I'm going to check out what that was." She shrugged him off her and continued over to it.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed!? " She heard the man but ignored him, this had to her. She thought that hat looked familiar.

After passing a brush of overgrown leaves, she finally came across it. What was just a simple figure, had changed into the form of a young girl and she instantly realized who it was.

It was the same girl they met a week ago, the one that had led them to the river. The lonely child. Berthe shortly worried as she knelt and began checking the teen over. She was, essentially, a mess. She had been shot in the abdomen and it seemed like it was bleeding for a while; judging by the huge patch of crimson on the left side of the girl's pants.

The part that got to the woman, was the fact that someone had shot this child. She wasn't even thinking about the possibility of the teen opening fire first.

"Berthe, why the hell are you... oh lord..." Theodore trailed off as his eye's landed on the young girl lying motionless on the ground. "What... the hell? "

The woman looked behind her, at him and saw Edouard coming to them. He saw the girl lying there in front of them. "Is... i-is that the same girl we saw back in the..."

Berthe gave a solemn nod.

Theodore glanced between the two, frowning. "Well, what the hell happened to her!? "

The woman looked back down at the teen. "She'd been shot. Someone shot her." She began rolling up the teen's black tank top.

"Woah-woah-woah, wait what are you doing? " Theodore stared at Berthe with an incredulous look.

"Umm... I'm saving her!? "

"How!? We don't exactly have any medical supplies! "

"We do have more bandage roll left." Edouard interjected, tossing the bag off his shoulder and began looking through it.

"Uh yeah! For us! We barely have any supplies as it is and we're gonna give it to her!? " Theodore threw his hands up in exasperation.

"She saved us before! "

"No, she held a gun to our heads! "

"Fucking moron!" Berthe swore in English before going back to speaking in her language. "Because of her, we actually found something to eat! She was the one who helped us! We were starving! If it wasn't for her, we would still be starving!"

Edouard handed the bandage over to Berthe.

"Is she even still alive? I'd like to be sure that the last bandage we have isn't going to be wasted on a dead person."

"Yeah, jackass, I checked. Her pulse is weak but it's there! Theodore just piss off, okay? You're wasting time! Go somewhere else, just fuck off!" Berthe began surveying the gunshot injury. Theodore walked off without saying anything else while Edouard was left speechless; watching the whole confrontation.

He sighed before he knelt next to Berthe. "What do you think?"

"I think I have no idea what the fuck to do, that's what I'm thinking." She harshly replied.

"Okay, let's just-uh-dress her wound like every other okay? Let's clean the area with water then we... uh, bandage it up. We don't exactly have stitches." Edouard calmly provided an answered, hoping it would de-escalate the woman's nerves.

"I wouldn't even know how to stitch up a wound." Berthe screwed off the lid on her water bottle and began cleaning the teen's injury. The woman hoped that the child would pull through, the guilt would eat her from the inside out if the teen had slipped away.