"How long do you think we'll get outta here?" Edouard asked teen, carrying her Ithaca.

"Days, we're in the country. If you're looking for a city... maybe weeks, depending on where we are." Clementine answered as she made sure to be careful not to irritate her wound.

"Oh, where are we exactly? W-we are in Virginia, yes?"

"Yeah."

"Ah, alright then."

The trio packed up their camp supplies earlier in the morning. They'd thought it'd be best to catch some distant before the sun bit the dust again. Clementine agreed with the idea, it was what she would've done if she was on her own.

Berthe and Theodore were at the back while Clementine and Edouard were in front. The teen was going to question what weapons they had until Edoaurd pulled out a hunting knife. Effective against walkers but not against people, unfortunately.

They all claimed that they used to have firearms before but had to discard it due to the lack of inventory and ammo. It was that that made Clementine realized the gravity of the situation.

Her cabin was destroyed. Most importantly, her armory. Her Ithaca was more than enough to deal with the bandits but it wasn't going to do anything if they wasn't any bullets.

Suddenly, Clementine became very concerned about her ammunition. It was limited and with her armory destroyed; she needed to be extra mindful on what she was going to use her shells on.

She was mainly going to focus on reserving her ammo for the bandits or anyone else that tried to hurt her.

So far, the trip had been somewhat pleasant. Small talk was, at best awkward. Clementine mainly gave answers whereas the Frenchies frequently asked questions. It still baffled her as to how they survived so long being so... kind? Decent?

"What do baguettes taste like?"

"What?" Edouard frowned at Clementine's sudden inquiry.

"What do baguettes taste like? You know... the long bread thing?"

"Oh, uhh... like bread?"

"Just like bread? Just normal bread?"

"Yeah." The man simply answered.

"Oh... boring."

"Well, you asked."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have answered." Clementine retorted with a snarky smile.

"If I hadn't, you'd probably kill me."

"Damn right." She was joking about that. Well, half-joking honestly. She wasn't going to kill him over that although it would be funny to just kill someone for not answering her question. Suddenly, she found herself chuckling at the imagination.

Theodore shook his head at that. Fortunately, he was behind the teen.

"I know a place where we could stop by," Clementine said to the group. "It's got a lot of supplies."

"How far is it?"

"A week, maybe less."

"How wonderful," Theodore muttered to himself.

"Yes, it is wonderful Theo," Clementine said looking back at him. They all continued their trip with the newfound information of potential shelter. Clementine began to wonder if the woman was still there. Two years have passed since she'd last seen her and plenty can happen within that time.

Perhaps, she still could be there. The teen had stayed at the cabin for two years but this woman and Clementine were two different people.

The only thing they both had in common was that they both preferred to be on their own.

Only time will tell, she chopped it up to.

Clementine slashed the large patch of leaves blocking her way. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen as she swung her bowie knife.

With her free hand, she clutched to it with a grimace.

"Are you okay?" Berthe came up behind the teen.

She was about to respond with her usual "I'm fine" when she stopped herself. With the roll of her eyes, she answered. "Just hurts a little bit, not a big deal." Clementine was about to continue her work and slash the rest of the brush away when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned back, scowling at the woman. "You're only going to hurt your wound, let me do it."

Clementine shook her head and begrudgingly moved aside for the woman.

She worked effortlessly, cutting up the leaves, brush and twigs making a path through the woods.

"How're ya holdin' up?" She heard a voice come beside her and she turned to see her friend in his signature orange jumper.

"Hey, Luke." The teen smiled.

"How're ya doin' Clem? Still carryin' the shotgun, ah see."

"Of course I am, it is my baby after all." Clementine swung the Itacha from around her back to her chest.

"Yeah, yer right. It is yer baby, it's definitely sentient."

"You've never been wiser, Luke."

"That's not nice. In fact, it's rude."

"Good." Clementine grinned humorously at the man "beside" her.

He sighed as he continued walking next to her in silence for a few moments. "You know they're gonna hear you talking to me? You know that, right?"

Clementine shrugged. "I don't care. As long as... nothing. I don't care, they already saw me talking to Sarah so it doesn't really matter."

"Oh yeah, Sarah told me about that."

"Oh, did she now?"

Luke nodded. "Do you trust these guys?"

Clementine trusted that they weren't going to try anything so, that was something.

The man knew what she was thinking and nodded again. "Hmm... not too big on groups?"

"Nope." Clementine gave a blunt answer, her playful demeanor gone. This usually happened a lot, some of her long-dead friends would come back to "talk" about what happened before. It was something she tended to stay away from.

Luke and Sarah were by far the most "pleasant" to talk to while others would simply scold or belittle her. Luke was always playful with her and Sarah was always supportive.

"Ah don't blame ya, after everything you went through. Ah just hope that you'll take better care of yerself."

"I am which is why I'm with this group now. Figure they can help me for a bit then I'll-"

"Who are you talking to?" Startled, she looked back at Edouard who was gawking at her.

"They seem to ask a lotta questions," Luke said, chuckling.

Clementine merely rolled her eye. "You don't know the half of it." She said before turning back at the French man. "Ain't none of your business."

"You're talking to yourself..." Theodore added, a disturbed look on his face.

"They've got a point, you are technically talking to yourself."

"Hey, Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"See!? Who are you talking to? And who's Luke?"

Clementine stopped and turned back at the curly-haired man. "Again, it ain't none of your business Edo."

"Oh? Okay, how about this... I demand that you tell me who you're talking to."

From behind, she could Luke begin to laugh. "Ooh, he's demanding now! Look out Clementine, this guy ain't playin'."

The teen shook her head. "Luke, shut up."

"So... this 'Luke' guy, is he like your imaginary boyfriend or something?"

Luke then burst into laughter while Clementine was about ready to dropkick Edouard straight in the face. Theodore appeared to be holding back laughter too much to Clementine's annoyance.

Where did this new burst of confidence come from? Hours ago, he was as timid as a new kid in school and now suddenly he's found the gall. "Go back to France, ya french-fried mime!" The teen shot back.

Theodore was next to break into a fit of laughter as he covered his face with his hand. Probably an attempt to not let her see him laughing at her.

Clementine was at a loss of what was happening right now. They don't even know what's going on, Luke and Theo are laughing at her and Edouard is teasing her. "What, you think this is funny!?"

"You're f-fat," Edouard said, chuckling.

The teen frowned. "What the hell are you talking about!?"

"You're an american. All americans are fat."

"And all French people are mimes. Play the accordion or whatever the hell the instrument is called!"

Theodore wasn't even bothering to hold back his laughter anymore.

"Clementine!" She heard Berthe's voice in the distance and speed-walked through the newly created path in the woods.

The teen saw the faint outline of the bridge as drew closer to the clearing. Once out, she saw Berthe standing over by the edge of the cliff. The woman was staring at the bridge, an all too familiar and sadly nostalgic one.

She saw the distant outline of a building on top of a hill, the column of wind turbines.

The ski lodge...