Clementine woke up, finding herself alone. Sarah was no longer there. She knew that the conversation she had with her wasn't real but it still felt like she had just talked to her dead friend.
She was able to apologize and get some "closure" to their friendship. Yes, it wasn't real but she found some comfort in that hallucination.
The child got up, scanning around the room. Kenny and Carlos were still gone, it was unknown as to how long they were gone for.
She walked over to the door, looking outside. The blizzard had settled for the moment, the winds weren't as bad as before and she can actually faintly see some trees in the distance.
She sighed, backing away from the door. She had no idea what to do in the meantime. She had been waiting for (presumably) a long time now and Kenny and Carlos still hadn't gotten back yet.
The child idly strolled around the rest stop in circles, trying to pass the time. She smacked her lips, tapped her fingers analyzed the few bits of paper that were left scattered around the floor. "This is unbelievable..." she muttered.
The child pulled out her gun, ejecting the magazine clip. Nothing was in it, she ran out when she fired the last of her rounds into Mike, the sly snake. Bad decision on her part, she could've saved some ammo. Should've just shot him in the head but the anger got the best of her unfortunately. Regardless, he deserved every round that was fired into him but that just left her alone in a rest stop with no ammo.
...wonderful.
She blew through her lips, staring at the gun in her hand and the magazine before shoving it back into the slot. This was just terrific, no bullets, no one to look out for her and stuck in the middle of a blizzard. She wouldn't be surprised if this was how she went out.
She didn't have no weapon, that pistol was her only means of defense and now that she ran out of ammunition, she didn't have anything to protect herself with. There was nothing in the rest stop to use.
She turned outside. Maybe there was something out there? She would just need to leave the rest stop. She shook her head, rolling her eye and began walking over to the door. As her hand grasped the door handle, something caught her eye in the distance. A faint figure coming closer. She wasn't going to lie, she was a bit nervous. She had nothing to defend herself with.
But the nervousness disappeared when the figure that was coming revealed itself to be Carlos. She frowned when she saw that it was just him and as he got closer, her nerves came back again...
Kenny wasn't there.
Instead a bloody disheveled Carlos came into view. His clothes were torn up, ripped, scratches all over his body. A long horizontal slice across his abdomen from which he bled.
She quickly pushed aside the doors and rushed outside, over to him. "Carlos!? Are you okay!? What happened!?" She exclaimed.
He didn't say anything, only stared at her, an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes didn't move, they were locked onto her's like a deadbolt. A predator stalking it's prey. It would've been ominous if not for Clementine's concern for him.
"Carlos?" She frowned, holding his gaze and in a split second the man's expression changed, going from a blank slate to a look of pure murder and his hands wrapped around the child's throat.
Carlos let out a roar, a cry of rage. The man shoved her onto the ground, pinning her underneath him. The man locked both his hands around the child's neck. She desperately tried punching him but he was a feral animal at that point, nothing she did phased him. Her legs flailed around beneath him, she tried wedging free from the man's grip to no avail, it was like trying to break free from a bulldog's bite.
"YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER!!!" As he screamed at the child beneath him, his hands somehow, miraculously got tighter. She could almost feel her ear drums burst from at pressure and she was forced to let out a series of choked grunts.
She tried pushing the man's arms in attempt to pry herself loose which did nothing. His arms didn't move an inch. As she began to lose consciousness, she felt her strength getting weaker, the urge to breathe becoming stronger.
In one last attempt to survive, Clementine tried searching for anything around her. Hopefully, she would find something that would get this man off of her. After a few moments of her hands scanning around on the ground, she felt a piece of shard glass on the snow. She gripped it as hard as she could, she was certain that it drew blood and she launched it into the man's throat, twisting it.
He fell off of her immediately, clutching to the stab wound in his neck, trying to stop the bleeding. She took a few moments to regain herself, he wasn't going to do anything. She watched the blood leak through the gap in his closed fingers, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for the dying man.
She did kill his daughter, her friend and she regretted it. She didn't blame him for wanting to kill her.
She stood there in the lot, watching the man take his last breath. She didn't know what to think anymore, she spent most of her time killing people in her group rather than protect them. Ironic, it was what she tried to do in the first place. Protect them but the more she tried the more they hated her. The only mistake she made was killing Sarah but other than that, there wasn't any.
Everything she did was to protect those she cared about but in the end, she ended up alone.
Clementine was forced to come to the conclusion that Carlos must've killed Kenny in his fit of rage. He wasn't anywhere in sight, Carlos looked beat up already so they must've gotten into a fight and he came out alive. Somewhere in that blizzard was Kenny's corpse and the child was left alone with his murderer.
Kenny was gone.
She was all alone now. She had nobody.
No one she could depend on.
Kenny was the only person who stuck with her to the end and now he was gone.
Carlos had bled out and was now dead.
The little girl stood in the lot. The blizzard was beginning to pick up again. Everyone was dead. Her whole group... dead.
She threw a look at Carlos's corpse before she began walking. To where? Nowhere. She just walked, one step at a time. Where ever the wind blew, she guessed. Now that Kenny was gone, she didn't need to go to Wellington. She should be crying right now, curling up into a ball and sobbing as hard as she could but... she wasn't.
She stopped throwing one last look at Carlos's corpse. She stared from distant, the wind blowing through her curls. She then left the rest stop
alone...