Thanks to gaara king of the sand for the help.
Molly had no clue what she was going to do... How she was going to take care of that child? She knew there was no way she could leave her. She wasn't cruel. She wasn't like those people from Crawford.
Suddenly she was pulled out of her thought by a tiny noise.
She looked to her side. Clementine lay, clearly asleep, but the girl was in the grips of some kind of nightmare. She was thrashing about, tears streaming down her little face as small cries coming from her little form.
Molly looked to the child in concern. She gently gave the girl a shake.
"No... Lee... Please don't leave me..." Clementine whimpered.
Molly tried again, in vain, to wake her but she would not be pulled from her haunting dream.
Molly felt her heart clench the more the child cried.
She shook the child more, not knowing what else to do.
"Clem, wake up kiddo." Molly called.
The young girl flinched.
Molly shook the child once more.
Clementine's eyes snapped open, the child's breathing was harsh. Her body was racked with soundless sobs as tears dripped down her face.
"It's okay, Clem. It was just a bad dream." Molly assured the girl.
Clementine gave a tiny nod, slowly calming down.
They were silent for a while. Clementine tried to get the images of her nightmare out of her head, but it was hard to clear her mind of the events that had happened only the day before.
"You okay?" Molly asked.
Clementine nodded again.
"Want to talk about it?" Molly asked.
The nine-year-old shrugged. "I don't know."
"You should." Molly said. "It might help."
And so the child told her about the dream she had. Molly comforted the young girl as she cried for several minutes. Eventually the girl calmed down, wiping away tears.
Clementine sniffled a few times before offering Molly a small smile, "Thanks." She said.
"Don't mention it." Molly said.
Molly gave the little girl a pat on the back before speaking again, "You hungry?"
"A little." Clementine said. "It's still a little dark… Is it morning?"
"More or less." Molly replied.
The sun had just started to rise.
"Oh…" Clementine said. "Where are we going after this?"
"We're going to check around for any supplies and then we'll get the fuck out of Savannah." Molly said.
"Swear." Clementine huffed.
"What?"
"You said a swear again." Clementine said.
Molly chuckled. "Might as well get used to it kid."
Clementine frowned.
"Alright fine. I'm sorry." Molly said, rolling her eyes.
"Good. No more swears." Clementine said.
"No promises." Molly responded.
Clementine decided it was fair, as long as Molly tried her best not to swear too much.
Molly started to dig through her bag to find some food. She took out a single can which contained some fruit. Using a pocket knife, she opened the can, offering it to the tiny child. Clementine accepted the food with a smile, "Thank you."
"Yep." Molly said. "Eat up, kiddo."
Clementine started eating. After she ate half of the can, she offered it to Molly who accepted it.
Once they had both finished eating the sun had completely risen up.
Molly started to pack up all the supplies, "Alright, Clem. Let's get going." She called once she finished packing.
Clementine nodded standing up.
Molly slung the bag over her shoulder before offering the child her hand.
Clementine held Molly's hand and the two took off.
"Molly…" Clementine called.
"What?" Molly looked down at the girl.
"Can we take a break?" Clementine asked.
Molly sighed, looking back to the door, she was currently trying to pick the lock.
"Please?" Clementine said.
"Alright." Molly agreed. She was sure the child was exhausted. They had been on the move all day, bouncing from house to house. Fortunately, they had managed to find a couple of weapons and a few cans of food.
Molly noticed little Clementine let out a yawn. She had definitely tired the child out.
"You okay?" Molly asked her.
"I'm kind of sleepy." Clementine said.
"I bet." Molly replied. "You hungry or anything?"
"Yeah…" Clementine said.
"Okay." Molly nodded.
Eventually, she managed to get the door unlocked.
"Come on." She opened the door, making sure to keep Clementine behind her in case anything or anyone was inside. "Let's get into the house."
Clementine made sure to stay close to the woman as the two of them made their way into the house.
The house was dark and it was cold.
Clementine shivered. "It's freezing…"
"Yeah." Molly agreed. The woman led the young girl to a room that appeared to be a living room.
The child took a seat on the couch while Molly checked through the house. Once she finished looking around she returned to the living room to find Clementine was no longer on the couch.
Worried, she started calling for the young girl. Suddenly, she heard a shriek. Molly quickly ran into the direction of the noise, expecting to see the girl being attack.
Molly stopped once she spotted Clementine. The girl was standing in the bathroom, trembling and looking horrified. Molly's eyes widened as she saw why.
Blood covered the floor and not too far from her feet laid a figure, bullet wound in their head.
Molly grabbed Clementine by the arm and pulled the small child from the bathroom.
She brought Clementine to the living room and sat the girl's shaking form on the couch.
Clementine's eyes were still wide, petrified.
Molly asked the girl is she was okay, but Clementine gave no response, she was too shocked to speak.
"Stay here." Molly ordered.
Clementine said nothing, but she didn't move from the spot.
Molly went back to the bathroom to clear the body out. She did so, fighting the urge to vomit at the horrific sight. It was definitely not the worse she'd seen, but it was still pretty bad.
Once she had moved the body she tried to use the rug to soak up some of the blood. It was completely ineffectual.
"Damn it." Molly swore, upset that Clementine had walked into such a scene. She should have been more aware, should have check the house faster.
"Molly…"
Molly jumped at the child's voice. She frowned, looking at the girl. "I told you to stay in the living room."
"…I'm sorry…" Clementine said.
"Why'd you come in her anyway?" Molly asked her.
"I had to pee." Clementine said.
"You can't just wander off on your own." Molly said. "That's dangerous."
Clementine lowered her head, "I know… Sorry."
"Just don't do it again." Molly said.
"Okay." Clementine mumbled.
"You still got to pee?" Molly asked.
"Yes…"
"Okay… Umm… Try not to step in the blood."
Clementine nodded and entered the bathroom.
Molly made her way out of the room, giving the girl some privacy.
"There's so much blood in there…" Clementine mumbled as she entered the living room.
"Yeah…" Molly said in agreement, not looking up from the bag she was digging through.
"What happened?" Clementine asked.
"I guess the guy shot himself." Molly responded.
Clementine gasped.
"What?" Molly asked.
"W-Why would he do that?" Clementine asked.
"Guess he didn't want to live anymore." Molly shrugged.
"Like… Katjaa?" Clementine frowned.
"Who's Katjaa?" Molly asked.
"Kenny's wife." Clementine said.
"Yeah…" Molly said. "I guess so…"
Molly sighed noticing the dim mood, "Come on, let's get you some food."
"Okay."
Clementine took a seat on the couch, only to frown as Molly handed her a can. "More fruit?"
"It's what we got, kid. Might as well get used to it." Molly said.
Clementine sighed, but nodded.
After the girl finished eating she let out another yawn.
"Tired?" Molly asked.
"Yeah…" Clementine nodded. "Can I sleep now?"
"Alright, kiddo." Molly said.
Molly motioned for Clementine to lay on the couch. The girl did so.
"Can I have a blanket?" Clementine asked gently.
"Yeah." Molly reached into the bag pulling out a blanket. "Here you go." Molly laid the blanket over the girl.
Clementine smiled. "Thanks…"
"Yep."
Clementine laid there, trying to fall asleep, but even with the blanket she was still cold. "Molly?"
"Yes?" Molly looked over to her.
"When are we leaving?" Clementine asked.
"We might as well stay the night." Molly replied.
"It's really cold." Clementine complained.
"I know…. I'll have to find you a jacket." Molly said.
"Okay."
"Now, get some sleep, kid." Molly said.
Clementine squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force sleep.
Eventually Molly heard the child's breathing become calm. Not too long later she decided to get some rest herself.
For some reason, she couldn't shake the melancholy feeling in her heart as she slowly shut her eyes.
