Clementine rapid fired rounds into the already dead man's head. He layed on his back, his face turned into mince meat.
"Clementine!" Mike dashed for the kid, snatching onto her arm, stopping the wave of bullets.
"What!?" She snatched her arm from the man, an animalistic look on her face. "You're all fucking stupid! We shouldn't save people who've tried to kill us! That is just-just... stupid!" Everyone stood there staring in terror, shocked at what they had just witnessed.
The child had slaughtered that man in cold blood without hesitation and she was going to unload her whole mag into him if not for Mike stopping her. They didn't see not one sense of guilt or shame in the girl's eyes, just anger, one could even say pleasure but mostly, it was just anger. If they weren't terrified before, they definitely were now.
Even Kenny looked slightly distraught at what he was seeing. That little girl he first met back on the farm, Hershel's farm had killed a man without blinking an eye or a second thought. He didn't agree with taking him, he obviously didn't, he would've left the prisoner if it were up to him. It was the fact that Clementine had gotten so mad that she went and killed him herself without an ounce of care or shame. She didn't care what others thought or would do. She just wanted to kill him and whether or not people agreed, she went along and did it anyway.
The child stood there, panting and pistol still in her hand. "N-now... that that's done." She holstered her gun. "Can we go now?"
Everyone stayed silent. They were fearfully unsure of what to say. Clementine had gone from what could only be described as a homicidal maniac to a "Can we go now?". The baby was crying and Sarah's trembling wasn't making it any better, not to mention she wasn't trying to calm it down either.
Kenny sighed. "Alright, y'all let's roll out." He ultimately declared and Clementine went to go sit in the back seat, where Sarah was.
Carlos stopped her, not saying anything. She gave him a confused look before he opened the door and got in so he was sitting next to Sarah. Clementine shook her head before she got in and slammed the door shut.
Mike was still standing outside, staring at Buricko's body.
"Mike?" Kenny called out.
Mike stared at the body for a few moments before he went behind the pickup truck and climbed in.
Carlos was silently trying to get Sarah to calm down all the while the baby was still crying which made Clementine's nerves flare up again. She held her tongue, the infant wasn't as much of a danger as Buricko was.
She gave one last look at Buricko and the vehicle started to accelerate away from the area.
The drive was peaceful... well as peaceful as it could be. Everybody all had the same unspoken thing in their minds. Clementine's presence alone kept everyone on their heels, afraid of what she may do next.
Nobody had even done anything to her, she saw Buricko and... snapped. She wasn't even provoked by anybody and that was the most dangerous thing about it, is that she wasn't provoked. If she could just kill a person for no good reason other than just wanting to do it, what was stopping her from killing them?
They had even abandoned Bonnie. Unbeknownst to them she was already dead. They didn't want to publicly disagree in front of the little girl in fear she might say... or do.
Sarah was leaning her head on father's shoulder, she had finally calmed down. Carlos glanced at Clementine to his left, finding her staring out the window. He was the one who saved her, he didn't even know that Bonnie's death was because of him. He thought back to when Carver had beaten the girl to near death with the radio.
He remembered how she was when he first came across the girl. Scared and alone, just looking for some help the bite on her arm. Now here she was, a maniac had replaced that innocent girl. She was no longer the same person and she was too dangerous to be around.
She had killed Carver, unlawfully killed Arvo and in cold blood, murdered Buricko. He wasn't going to let her near her daughter ever again.
As Clementine continued to stare out the window, watching the tower transmissions pass every now and then, she felt herself start to drift off into sleep.
The young girl woke up in a room. A very familiar one and she immediately came to the realization that she was in her old tree house... back when everything first started.
She climbed down the tree and decided to take in the moment. It had been so long since she was back here, a sadness began to fill her chest. Sense of loss and grief. A painful nostalgia. The sun lit the backyard with it's glare.
Clementine went to her back sliding door, unlocked it and pulled it open. She stepped in and stood there, looking over her old furniture, kitchen, lounge. Even the piece of paper with the unicorn drawing on it.
She stepped over to the drawing, looking it over. Everything was perfect, just the way she left it. She drew that unicorn a few days prior to the outbreak, when her life changed forever. This world had changed her, the little girl that drew this? Gone... .
Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from outside her backyard. As far as she could tell, there was only one pair of footsteps. As they drew closer, a man into a view and the air in her lungs were forced out.
He stood there with a blank stare and Clementine ran over to him and launched her arms around the man, hugging him. "Lee..." she muttered, tears brimming at the edge of her eyelids.
She soon noticed that something was wrong and she frowned when he didn't hug her back. She slowly pulled away from the man and she glanced up at him. "Lee?"
"Hi Clementine." He greeted. There was no smile, not even a polite look.
"Lee... w-what's wrong?" She timidly asked.
He sighed. "What happened Clementine?"
"W-what? What do you mean?"
"What happened to the little girl I used to take care of?"
She backed away from him, a frown still on her face. She took a moment before answering. "You know what happened..."
"That doesn't excuse the things you did," the man sternly said. "Don't you remember what I told you? Killing is bad, no matter what but... you're enjoying it now."
The child didn't know what to say, she couldn't physically bring herself too say something. For the first time in a while, she actually felt ashamed.
"You killed Bonnie, she wasn't a threat to you but yet, you still killed her?"
"S-she... deserved it." the child hesitantly finished her sentence.
"Deserved it? Is that what you say to justify it? That they deserved it?" Lee didn't take his eyes off of the little girl. He waited for her to answer.
"...Yes." She replied, not meeting his gaze.
"You can look people in the eye when you kill them but you can't look me in the eye when you answer."
She stopped then she stared directly at him, intercepting his gaze. "Yes, they deserved it. Every single one of them. They deserved it... they all did."
"So, you think they deserve to be brutally murdered? Like Carver-"
"Carver got exactly what he deserved!" She snapped at him.
"You think he deserved to be tortured?" Lee kept his voice calm.
"Yes... yes he did and I don't care what you say because you are dead!" It seemed to be getting darker. The sunlight wasn't as bright as before. Everything outside, the trees, the grass they were all decayed. She continued. "So it don't matter what you say, you are not gonna stop me! Anybody, and I mean anybody that tries to kill me will end up dead!"
She didn't know why she allowed herself to be scolded by him. He wasn't the one that was beaten by Carver, he wasn't the one that had to put with Bonnie's unbearable presence. She wouldn't have thought that, out of all the people, Lee would be the one to scold her. Not commend her. She would expect this type of thing to come from her parents but yet, it was coming from him.
The man sighed and walked past her. She turned only to gasp when she saw that her kitchen wasn't there, instead replaced by an endless void. Her caretaker continued, traveling into blackness.
Clementine awoke to the vehicle slowing down. She frowned, eyes still riped with sleep.
"Why are we stopping?" Carlos inquired.
Clementine tilted her head to see past the seat in front of her. A couple of abandoned cars, were stationery in the middle of the road. There was a blizzard outside, although it wasn't terribly intense.
"We're runnin' on fumes. Ah'm hopin' that one of these cars will have some diesel," Kenny replied.
Sarita glanced outside, at the blizzard. "Is it safe to go out?"
"O'course, we'll be fine." Kenny pulled the latch to the door, opening it. He sighed, grimacing at the breezing temperatures. "Alright, just 'n case anything happens. Ah'll meet y'all there!" He gestured at road sign that read 'Rest Stop, 1 mile'.
"I'm going with you." Sarita said, unbuckling her seat belt and opening the door.
The man didn't say anything instead he waited for her to get out of the car, pulling her hoodie over her head. He glanced at Clementine, pausing for a moment. "We'll be right back." He shut the car door. He and Sarita began to slowly move through the blizzard.
Clementine then sat in silence, mulling over her dream. She knew it was just a dream but she couldn't help but feel like it was more. She had hallucinations of two others too. Sarah was the first one and then Luke. Now, it was Lee and he was the most disappointed.
With Sarah, it had nothing to do with what happened or anything. It was just a calm, pleasant conversation that never happened. A conversation she wanted to happen.
Then Luke was the next to appear which was after when she killed Bonnie. He wasn't disappointed, he didn't shun her or told her off. It was more of a discussion of what and why she did what she did.
But with Lee, he was more blunt. He blatantly showed his disappointment in her and had scolded her for it when really he should have been commending her for her efforts. Not guilt trip her into thinking that killing wasn't right. She didn't care if killing was bad, anyone that tried to hurt her or the people she cared about deserved to die. The way it was supposed to be.
Mike climbed out of the truck. He knocked on the window to Clementine's door and she opened it. "We should probably wait outside! Since they're getting gas!"
Clementine threw him an incredulous look. "Why would we outside in the cold?"
Mike looked off into the distance, sighing before he looked back at the child. "Because Kenny and Sarita will probably need help!" His voice was faint, being shadowed over by the sounds of the blizzard. Loud winds and howling. "They may need-"
Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang throughout the area, cutting the man off. It stopped, everyone was gawking at the abandoned cars, wondering what just happened.
An urge fell onto Clementine immediately and she unbuckled her seat belt. She got out of the vehicle and she shivered at the harsh winds of the blizzard. She stood a few feet away from the vehicle, staring at the cars hoping that Kenny and Sarita would come out but something else did...
A few things did. They all started off as faint figures in the blizzard until they got closer... menacingly closer. Her eyes widened as she realized what was approaching. "It's snowing! B-but they're still-"
The sound of an engine suddenly roared alive. She turned only to be met by a revving vehicle that passed her, driving off into the distance... leaving her behind. "Hey! HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"The child began hopelessly chasing after the vehicle. It's size decreased smaller and smaller as it drove away. "COME BACK HERE!!! YOU FUCKERRRRRS!" She screamed in vain, as the people that she cared about drove away, leaving her stranded in the middle of a blizzard, surrounded by walkers.
The child ran aimlessly through the blizzard. She had been running for quite some time now, panting and stopping to to kill any walkers that were in her way.
They left her there. They actually left her to her death. Mike, Carlos, Sarah... they literally left her in the middle of a blizzard with walkers. That meant certain death, at least they thought it did.
After everything they had been through... she still couldn't believe that. Over what? For killing Buricko!? After everything they've been through, they left her stranded on her own.
Kenny and Sarita were still nowhere to be found. Sarita probably would've left her behind just like the others but Kenny? No, he would never do that. She had to believe he'd never do that. She knew the others had disagreements but she didn't think they would just abandon her like that.
The only thing that was motivating her now was rage. She wasn't going to let them get away with this, no... no. She won't, they needed to die. After everything she did for them, after everything she did and this was how they repayed her? Helping them escape Howe's, they wouldn't even be alive without her. If it wasn't for her, Carver would've mowed them all down with bullets.
No, they all needed to die. Just like the others, blood will be spilled. Didn't matter who's. Her's, Sarah's, Carlos's... she didn't care. Someone was going to die, no one was getting away from her...
Nobody.