Hey! It's me again! were you worried that I was kill Clem off? Not so soon. Trust me, if I were to kill Clem, it would some out of absolutely nowhere. I was happy to write this chapter! it was fun!

Review time!

maejhao5: Omid is suppose to be different. He's not happy go lucky guy we knew in season one. He's hardened now. having gone through his own personal hell. And I remember that happening to Carl too. Wasn't the prettiest thing ever.

Kristal-Dynamite: It's alright! I like to know these things. It's useful. If you catch some more things, please let me know. I like to be realistic. I'm all about survival. Thanks :) I still love ya.

z0mb3xor: If you kill me, then you wont get to hear the rest of the story. keep that in mind. Im going to use that as a shield.

leafs nation: "The bearded man," XD oh god I died! Don't do that! I scared my cat by laughing! Now apologize to Dinah! (Hold my cat close and never lets him go)

Bubbles2k100: Aww shucks! Stop! you'll make me blush! red doesn't look good on me! I believe it will end sometime this month. But fear not! This is far from my last chapter.

quick thing, dumberanddumber has taken up writing! you should check it out :)

FUN FACT:I was thining about having a scene where Carlos and Nick were arguing about Clems sanity while they were at the cabin. I scratched it out because I came to the decision that Carlos wouldn't care enough about Clem to bring the subject up.

ONTO THE STURY!

"Nick," I looked up at him, "You can put me down now!"

Nick had been carrying me since we left the small house by the bridge. He asked if we could stay for a bit, and of course the answer was no. We had to keep moving. We couldn't risk Carver finding us. When we began walking again, I hissed in pain and couldn't move very fast. Since then, Carlos gave me medicine to help numb the pain. It's been working, and I was tired of being held. Unfortunately for me, Nick shook his head, "Don't want you to put to much stress on that thing. We want it to heal as fast as it can."

The man who shot me, I think his name was Matthew, looked back at me, "Sorry for, well ya know, almost killing you today."

Usually I would've held a grudge. But when I woke up, Matthew was very shaken up! He couldn't hold still if his life depended on it. His hands were trembling to the point to where he couldn't hold his own gun. He had managed to get a few words out through his constant apologies and colorful language. He told us he had a group who had taken refuge at the ski lodge. He wanted to take us to them, to feed us and offer us a place to rest our head. We were hesitant, but really, beggars cant be choosers.

I gave him the warmest smile I could muster, "It's alright. I shouldn't have been running up there, shouting like a fool."

"Just," We walked up the small hill to the lodge, "I feel real bad."

"It's alright," I said again, "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

He gave an appreciative nod, "Thanks kid."

"Yep," I muttered and looked back at Nick, "Can I please walk for a bit?"

Usually , I would enjoy not having to walk such a long way, but I'm stubborn like that. When you tell me I don't have to do something, I let it go. When you tell me I cant do something, then it becomes my top priority. I remember one time, I was sick with a cold. Mom told me that I had a fever and couldn't go to school. I had been difficult about it, saying that I could go and that this wouldn't hold me back. This was odd, because I hated going to school. The work was easy, but some of the kids called me a fruit.

He sighed before finally giving in and gently placing my feet on the ground, "Just for a bit."

Matthew smiled at our interactions before telling us to stay put so he could get his group. I took a small step before smiling at the fact that the pain was bearable. Occasionally, it would sting or have a sudden burst of horrible pain. It was pulsating, but it didn't hurt that bad. Carlos had wanted to take a better look at it and determine whether or not it needed stiches. But it really wouldn't matter, considering that we have no thread for the job. Even if we had the thread, we would have no needle. Rebecca was breathing quickly for air. I can imagine that all this walking is hard on her, with the pregnancy and all.

"And these are out guest!" I hear Matthew's cheerful voice. I looked up to the approaching group.

There was a woman with beautiful, brown skin. her dark hair was slightly wavy and she had a nose piercing. I liked her blue jacket. Next to her was an older guy. He had a red and grey sweater on. The top of his head was bald, and he was rather chubby. My eyes scanned the area and what I saw next completely shocked me.

I think his eyes landed on me the same time mine landed on him. Our orbs widened. Both of our jaws hung down and we were frozen on place. My heart pumped faster and I forgot all about that burning feeling in my stomach. It was replaced with joy. A shiver went down my spine as our group members noticed how we were. Nick muttered something to me and I noticed Luke had come down from the platform, but I didn't hear it. I couldn't focus on anything other then the familiar face in front of me.

"Holy shit!" Was the first thing that came out of my mouth, even though I wanted to say so much more, "Kenny?"

Still wide-eyed, he returned the question, "Clementine?"

"Wait," I heard Luke, "You know this guy?"

Lukes question wasn't answered. I quickly ran into the older mans arms and wrapped my own around him. My arms went around his midsection and his hand cradled my head while the other rested on my shoulder. I hid my face into his green jacket.

"I'll take that as a yes then," The man in the sweater chuckled.

"I thought you were dead!" I was on the verge of tears.

"I thought you were dead!" He responded.

"Small world," Matthew smirked

"The smallest," Kenny quietly muttered. He squeezed me a bit to tight and I suddenly remembered the wound on my stomach I hissed and backed up. Kenny had noticed this, and looked at me oddly, "you alright Clem?"

"Yeah," My voice quivered slightly, "Just hurt."

"Sorry," Matthew said again. he looked at the others, "I may have... accidently shot her..."

"Hey!" Omid came to the front, "Aren't you going to hug me too asshole?" I swear that's the happiest thing I've hear him say since we found him.

Kenny's eyes widened, "Omid?!"

"The one and only," Omid simply replied.

Kenny looked around, "Where's Christa?"

Omid answered the question with the cold stare and I drew Kenny's attention my way, signaling that Christa was a bad topic that should be avoided. He quickly picked up on that, and welcomed us inside. Kenny and I smiled at each other as we walked inside the lodge. And when we were inside, I couldn't believe what I saw. Lights. Christmas lights. There was a Christmas tree decorated with ornaments and a couple of reefs hung up by the doors. Walter was going on about something. I didn't pay attention.

Kenny used his hand to make it look like it was speaking. I slightly giggled.

"What's so funny?" Walter asked when he turned around.

"Oh," Kenny said, amused, "Nothing Walt."

Walter rolled his eyes and confronted my group, "Please, you can leave your guns by the door."

Seeing no reason to protest, Luke dropped his beloved machete on the bench and every other group member had copied the action. Omid and Kenny wandered off to catch up, or maybe Kenny was just probing Omid for information on what had happened while he was gone. I saw Walter embrace Matthew and mutter something about being worried about him and how he missed him. Sarah and Sarita went to go decorate the tree. Pete had been brought to the couch so he could rest (Still missing a leg and all), Rebecca, Alvin, and Carlos went somewhere private to talk about the baby. Luke left to poke around. Leaving Nick and I by ourselves.

"So," Nick awkwardly muttered as we walked up the steps, "You know that guy?"

I offered a single nod, "That's Kenny."

"Yeah," Nick chuckled, "Yeah I got that part."

"I'll tell you all about it later," I smiled, "Promise."

Nick nodded and picked me up again. He turned to look at Walter, "Hey, Walt! You go a spare room where Clem can catch some shut eye?"

The older man smiled warmly, "Upstairs, hallway, second door to your left."

"Nick," I said as he started toward the destination, "I really can get there myself."

"We need to talk," He narrowed his eyes and put on a smirk.

I felt a bad feeling in my gut. I hate it when he said that, "I didn't do anything."

"You're not getting yelled at," He assured me, "Just need to tell you something."

"It's not bad right?" I asked and he opened the door and closed it behind him.

He gently placed me on the bed and ran a hand though my hair, "No, it's not." He took a spot next to me and I took my hat and hair clips off and set them on the bedside table before I automatically sat in his lap. Both his arms went around my waist. I looked up at him with my golden eyes.

"You're not dying or anything are you?" I asked. I had actually meant it to be a joke, but I felt myself grow a bit worried that it was true.

He chuckled slightly, "No, I'm not dying."

"Good," I muttered, "Remember your promise."

"I will," He said, "You scared me today Clem. Don't get shot again."

"I didn't want to do it the first time," I tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm serious," His rough voice was hard to miss, "You really scared me."

I looked up at him, "What is all this about?"

There was a slight hesitation before he explained, "Do you remember when we were at the cabin and I tried to say something to you before Luke interrupted? Before we went to check on the fish traps?"

I thought back to the memory, "Yes. What were you trying to say?"

"It's just-" He sighed, "You know I love you, right?"

That did my heart in. I felt my chest warm up with happiness and a goofy smile spread across my face. I turned as fast as I could without hurting myself and gave him a huge hug. That stupid smile of mine only grew as I mumbled my next words.

"I do now."

I backed up and noticed a smile of his own form, "Alright, get some rest baby girl." He stood up to leave, but I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Don't go!" I pouted, "What if I get hurt and reopen the wound? Or have a nightmare? Stay!"

He rolled his eyes, "Scoot," I obeyed and moved so that he could have room on the bed. After he was comfortably in, I wiggled into his arms. I closed my eyes as I snuggled my face into his chest while grabbing a handful of shirt. There was a brief silence before I decided to break it.

"Hey Nick," I said, still with my eyes closed.

"Hmm?" He hummed tiredly.

"I love you too."

Isnt your heart just warm now? I thought with all this coldness going around Id give you something to smile about! Hope you like! (Accepts hugs from all)

BATMAN OUT ;)