Walking Dead: Unknown Trials

Episode 1: Dawn

Chapter 3 of my Walking Dead story, enjoy.

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Chapter 3

Violet sighed heavily as she got ready for a new day, Clementine was also awake and getting changed, the two of them pulling on some simple clothes. Clementine bit her lip, unsure if she should say anything, for she couldn't but note and be concerned when she noted Violet's clothes weren't exactly the sort of thing you'd expect from someone who at least came from a home that somewhat cared about her. Violet was dressed up in a pair of black ripped jeans, a similarly ripped white T-shirt and neither item was ripped in a way that could be described as fashionable. Rather they were ripped through constant use, wear and tear. Much like the red and black unbuttoned plaid shirt she pulled on which was very noticeably frayed, she then finished her outfit with a pair of badly scuffed boots. Clementine suddenly felt very self-conscious in her cargo pants, white T-shirt under a black hoodie and white sneakers. Not the height of fashion, but compared to Violet's clothes.

"So um..."
Violet turned to her and shrugged. "Well, kinda tricky, I checked our time tables and, we won't see each other until our third lesson of the day."

Pulling on her usual blue and white baseball cap, Clem nodded. "It's alright, I remember everything you showed me yesterday, and I've still got the map."

She realized Violet was trying to avoid the subject of her clothes and tactfully decided to say nothing.

Walking to her first class of the day, Violet sighed again.

'It felt weird yesterday, being with Clementine, her friends, actually spending time talking with Marlon, Brody and Louis...a change from being the invisible girl.' She reflected.

But then she stopped, her thoughts grinding to a halt as she noticed, due to her gaze being rooted to the floor, the figure in front of her, or rather, their feet, clad in pink flip-flops which matched the colour painted to their toenails. Slowly Violet lifted her gaze up the figure's slender lanky build, taking in the black skinny jeans which clung to their long legs and the dark blue tube-top which showed enough of the figure's stomach to reveal their distinctive navel piercing. Then she gazed into the face of the person in front of her, a tall girl with short red hair, mostly shaved on the left side, swept over and reaching almost down to the chin on the right. She had pale skin and bright green eyes which rooted Violet to the spot with the intensity with which the girl gazed at her.

"Minnie..." She gasped.

Minerva Leigh, her girlfriend, nodded slowly. "Morning Violet, so..."

She stepped closer, linking one of her hands with Violet's, her height making her tower over Violet but her expression softened as she smiled.

"I missed you yesterday." She said softly as she leaned down to whisper in Violet's ear.

Violet shivered slightly but replied casually. "Yeah, sorry about that."

But when she saw Minerva's face again, the smile was gone.

In it's place was a curious look.

"I did see you though...with some girl, who was she?" She asked.

"Oh, you mean Clementine, she's new here." Violet explained. "My new room-mate, I was showing her around."

"Oh...you were, huh..." Minerva replied.

Violet began to feel tense, something wasn't right she could see it in Minerva's eyes. Hear it in her tone of voice which was strangely changing. She could feel it too as Minerva's grip on her hand became painful.

"Um, Minnie, my hand..."

"I'm just supposed to believe that's all!" She suddenly burst out.

Violet gasped, startled and pained as Minerva suddenly shoved her up against the wall, Violet noticed that Minerva's body suddenly seemed to be twitching, and she was suddenly sweating.

"M-Minnie-" Violet stammered.

But Minerva was somehow just enraged. "You think I'm just gonna, gonna, let this..."

This wasn't the first time Minerva had flown into a rage like this. As always however, whenever it happened, Violet was left feeling scared and ended up hurt. In this case her back, especially her shoulders, throbbed from being slammed against the wall.

"Minnie!"

Both girls started at that and turned to see another girl present. Aside from her hair being long enough to reach mid-way down her back and her clothes, a maroon knee length dress and matching flats, she was Minerva's double.

"S-Sophie, what…?" Minerva stammered.

Sophie Leigh, Minerva's twin sister shook her head.

"You need to calm down, you want Tenn to see you like this." She said softly. "Have you been taking your medication."

Minerva bit her lip, letting Violet go and bowing her head. As suddenly as it had come, the rage was gone.

She looked back at Violet and let out a short gasp. "God..."

Shaking her head she hurried away, Sophie sending an apologetic look to Violet as she hurried along in Minerva's wake. Violet trudged off to class, alone with her dark thoughts which had been clouding her mind more and more of late. In particular wondering why she was even bothering anymore, it wasn't as if she had much reason to stay after all.

Unaware of what happened to Violet, Clementine's day at Ericsons was rather normal. She also took note of a few staff members, Christa and Omid taught two of her classes. Another teacher that caught her attention was Mitch Chapman, a tall thin pale man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he seemed to go for a smart casual look, for that day he had been wearing khakis, a light green polo shirt and brown loafers. He seemed rather laid back, unexpected for a teacher working in a school like this. But he was open in his speech, talking to the various students at their level and Clem couldn't help but feel she could trust him. Certainly not like the next staff member that stood out to her, the chief of the school board, William Carver. A tall broad shouldered man with short dark brown greying hair, brown eyes, fair skin, a short moustache and stubble, dressed smartly in navy blue slacks, a white undershirt with a red and black striped tie, a navy blue suit jacket and smart brown shoes. Something about him set her on edge, as did the way he addressed her when he spotted her.

"You should be in class girlie, get a move on." Was what he had said.

But it was how he said it which just rubbed her the wrong way. He just struck her as someone unpleasant. An opinion that was not improved by also meeting his assistant, a tall woman with light brown skin, thick black hair and black eyes, dressed up in white pants with a dark red shirt, lighter red tie and white smart shoes, named Tavia Clendening. She shook her head and made her way to the cafeteria for lunch. She had shared her third class, but not her fourth with Violet, but all her classes after lunch were shared with Violet at least, so she'd have someone she knew in each of her classes, since her first and second classes were shared with Duck and Sarah and her fourth with Brody and Louis.

It was on her way to the lunch hall that Clem had an unpleasant encounter with that girl Michelle again. She spotted her up ahead, once more dressed up in a revealing attire, in this case a denim mini skirt with a yellow crop-top and dark blue flats. She was standing, arms crossed, and smirking at the girl in front of her. Slightly shorter than Michelle, the girl had lightly tanned skin, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes, slender and clad in a pair of light blue Gucci pants, a yellow T-shirt with a pink v-necked designer sweater and black Ugg boots.

"Well look at you, wearing designer brands and shit, trying to mix with your betters again, little Becca Jones?" Michelle was mocking the girl. "Isn't this get up a little too expensive for a wannabe loser like you?"

The girl named Becca glowered. "Why don't shut the fuck up, Michelle, or I'll-"

"You'll what, and listen to you, using words like that. You think that makes you cool?" Michelle spat back with disdain. "Listen Becca, I'll spell it out, no matter what you wear, what you say, or what you do, you're nothing but the pathetic little loser girl who got kicked out of home by her own sister."

"I said shut the fuck up!" Becca cried, looking close to some kind of meltdown.

That was too much for Clem and she hurried forwards.

Before Michelle could make another taunt, and before Becca could lost it any further, Clem got between them, startling them both.

"That's enough, back off!" She snapped.

Michelle glared. "Oh, it's you again, coming to this loser's aid, I should've guessed."

"What the, hey, I didn't-" Becca began.

But then Michelle interrupted. "Well, I'll just have to teach you a lesson, won't I."

With that, Clem yelped in surprise as Michelle suddenly attacked her. There was another shout and Clem stumbled as Becca seemed to throw herself into the fray and Clem, unable to do anything else, had to fight back, to defend herself. But then, they all leapt apart at another voice cutting in.

"That is enough!"

Approaching them was a tall, thin woman with light skin, brown medium length hair with a grey streak at the front and brown eyes, clad in black slacks, a dark red sweater and black flats. Clementine gulped, it was the Deputy Principal Joan Taini.

"You know full well we do not tolerate fighting in this school." She snarled.

Becca just looked sullen, Clem bit her lip but said nothing.

Michelle tried to protest however. "I-"

"I don't want to hear it, there is no excuse." Joan snapped. "Now, all three of you will get detention for this and in the meantime, go and get yourselves cleaned up, medical room, now."

With those simple but harsh words, she ended any possibility of further confrontation and the girls trudged off to the medical room.

Clementine bit her lip, sitting still while Carlos saw to the injuries she had sustained in the fight.

"Superficial wound, but this will sting." Carlos explained.

She just nodded.

He shook his head. "First day here and already in detention, I did warn you."

"I just...never mind." She tried to protest but decided against it, it wouldn't do her any good.

Carlos was dressed for work this time in light green scrubs and sneakers, the same outfit being worn by the other two medical staff, seeing to Becca and Michelle, although the female medical worker had opted to wear flats instead. Said female medical staff member was named Eleanor Crowder, a woman of medium height with medium length brown hair and hazel eyes, as well as light tan skin and a slender build. The male staff member was tall and thin, with unhealthy looking pale skin, short brown hair, brown eyes and stubble, his name was Paul Lingard. Once the girls were seen to they were sent out from the medical room and from Michelle's glare, Clem knew this little incident was far from over.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

To clarify for those curious, Mitch Chapman is the Stranger from the first game.