"Why are you even here? Like-what is your deal?" Clementine asked the man, leaning against the fence of her house with his hands in his pockets.
"Just wanted to catch up with my little apprentice." Carver smirked, his snide comment annoying the teen.
"We are not friends nor am I your 'apprentice'."
"Yeah well, killing me again would say otherwise."
She has killed him. Multiple times and every time he would pop back as if nothing happened. Either leaning against her fence or chilling by the pool without a care in the world. Initially, she was infuriated... and then she would kill him again.
As time passed though, the teen soon began to grow bored of that. Carver, most of the time, would throw some snarky comment her way just to annoy her further. It was like he wanted to be killed over and over again. Eventually, the teen grew more annoyed rather than mad. Always popping up everytime she killed him, teasing her with his moronic comments. She just couldn't be bothered anymore.
Her dreamscape was barren as it usually was. Trees were still wilted, grass was dead and looked ugly. Even colors were barely a thing. The sky was as grey as ever, only adding to the barren wasteland atmosphere. Quite frankly, Clementine liked it. It was comforting in a strange way.
Carver walked around the pool, empty pool, and sat down on one of the tainted lounge chairs; leaning back. "So, what's the new occurrence? Anything... interesting happen lately?"
"My house got burn down."
The man piped up, she could practically see the excitement flash through his eyes. "Oh really!? Hmm... now that's big news. You talking about the... the cabin? Right?"
"Yes, I'm talking about the cabin."
He laughed, not caring about glare the teen was giving her. "Sucks to be you."
"You wanna know what else would suck? Being you when I tear your eyeballs out of them sockets." The man payed no mind to Clem's threat, it only made him laugh harder... to the point where he started wheezing.
"Y-you... yo-you did that already!" He struggled against his laughter.
"And I'll do it again if you continue acting like a complete dimwit."
After a few moments, the man began to quiet down ending it with a sigh. "That was great... alright. Enough with my goofy shenanigans, who did it?"
Clementine eyed him for a few moments, frowning.
"Okay, look I'm serious now. Tell me, I'm intrigued."
She shook her head. "It was those guys."
He frowned. "What guys?"
"You know, the ones with the weird marks on their necks."
He gasped. "Ohhhh, those guys. Yeah, I remember."
She nodded. "Yeah, it was them. They shot me."
"Ah, so you're still alive?"
"I don't know, I think so. I passed out, I'll probably be dead soon though."
"Aw, that sucks. You'll leave me here all by my lonesome."
"Don't worry. When I die, you'll die with me." Suddenly, she was hit with a wave of nausea that was soon followed by heavy exhaustion. It became increasingly difficult to keep her eyes open as if she had stayed up all night and everything soon faded to black after.
Clementine startled awake.
"Hey-hey-hey, relax okay." She heard a soft feminine voice and she immediately saw the familiar face of the woman she helped a week ago. "Don't move like that, you're going to irritate it."
As she said that, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen as she moved causing a hiss.
"See?" Berthe went to touch her, to calm her down but the teen kept her scowl onto the woman and she withdrew her hand.
"Where am I?" Clementine asked as she scanned her surroundings, quickly discovering that she was in a small tent with a blanket wrapped over her. She felt the slightly tight bandage that was wrapped her waist.
Berthe sighed. "Well, you're in the woods but... with us. H-how do you feel?"
The teen kept her gaze locked on the woman. "Fine," came her disgruntled response.
She felt a lump begin to form in her throat and was forced to gulp it down. "Okay... are you hungry? We have som-"
"No, I'm not." The teen cut her off. "What happened?"
Berthe sighed. "Well, umm-we were just tracking through the woods when we saw you. You..." She cleared her throat. "Fainted and we went over to help... who..." She trailed off.
"What?" Clementine impatiently asked.
"Who... who shot you?"
"Some people. A bunch of bandits."
"They just shot you... just like that? For no reason?"
Clementine wasn't going to tell her anything. No point. She wasn't going to stick around too long anyway. "Where is my stuff?" She noticed that her hat and her shotgun was missing.
"Oh they're safe, we just put them with our other stuff." Berthe simply answered.
The teen didn't respond. She tossed the blanket aside and went to get up.
"Hey-hey-hey, what are you doing?" The woman asked as she stopped the teen from moving.
"I'm getting my stuff." Clementine's scowl returned as she gripped the women's wrists.
"No-no-no, that is not happening. You're too weak to move, you're not going anywhere especially when you've just been shot and If I have to knock you out to stop you I'll do it."
The teen stared daggers into the woman's eyes. The woman wasn't fazed by it and she returned it with a stern look. She broke free of the woman's grasp but stayed seated, keeping her annoyed glare.
"Alright, good. Don't know how long, it'll take to heal but it's best not to irritate it. Now, are you sure that you don't want anything to eat?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." The teen grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself.
Berthe eyed the bandage that was wrapped around the girl's eye. Out of respect, she kept it on and didn't bother to check underneath. The way the teen was acting and her standoff-ish attitude, she obviously would not want anybody seeing it. It was probably for the best anyway but she still wondered how she got that bandage and if it had anything to do with the bandits that hurt her.
"Is there something you need?" She snapped out of her thoughts and noticed Clementine looking at her. The same 'ole annoyed look.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking." Berthe sighed before she went over to the entrance but stopped and looked back at the child. "If you need anything, just call me okay?"
Clementine scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Whatever." She noticed the slight hurt look in the woman's eyes but payed it no mind.
She left the tent and Clementine could hear the retreating footsteps. The teen then made herself more comfortable by laying on her back and staring at the roof of the tent. She still felt the wound, a sharp ache.
It didn't take long before the wave of drowsiness hit her and she asleep.