Times were tough for Kenny, Clementine, and AJ. The were always low on food. And just living day to day was a continuous battle. This situation, forced Clementine to be very mature for her age. At only eleven, she behaved older than most adults Kenny had met.

She was a good kid. Naturally, she looked up to Kenny and he was very protective of both her and Alvin.

After being turned away from Wellington, they had to figure out a plan B. It was cold. Far too cold for anyone to be outside, let alone children.

After some long and hard searching, they managed to stumble upon a little cabin, and upon further inspection they found the place to be deserted. It was a miracle if Kenny ever saw one.

"Kenny,"

Kenny jumped in his spot on the couch, startled by the tiny voice.

"I thought you were asleep," he challenged.

Clementine stood in the doorway.

"I was," she replied. "But I woke up and I couldn't fall back to sleep. Neither could you, I guess."

"Naw." Kenny said.

"What's the matter?" Clementine asked, concerned.

"Nothing, hon. I'm just thinking." Kenny reassured the child.

"What about?"

"Different...things." Was the nondescript answer.

"Oh."

"What's up, darlin'?" He asked back.

Clementine only shrugged. "I just can't sleep."

"Alright..."

"So, can I stay with you for a bit?" She innocently requested.

"Sure, hon." Kenny agreed, motioning her to the spot next to him.

Clementine walked over with a tiny smile, "Thanks."

She took a seat on the couched, when something peaked her attention. There was a bottle sitting on the floor next to Kenny. With a confused look, she looked at the bottle and hesitantly reached down to pick it up. "What's this?" She inquired.

"Alcohol." Kenny sighed, taking said bottle from her little palms.

Clementine made a face. "I know that."

She crossed her arms and shot him a look. "I thought you didn't drink."

"I kinda needed one." Kenny mumbled, tiredly.

There was a brief silence before Clementine spoke,

"...Can I have some?"

Kenny shot her a look. "No."

"Just a tiny drop?"

"I said no, Clementine." Kenny said sternly.

"Why not?" Clementine demanded, not angry, but wanting an answer.

"Cause you're too young." Kenny said.

Another silence, this time with much awkwardness, filled the room.

Clementine watched in a concerned manner as Kenny poured the liquor down his throat. "How much did you drink?"

"I hardly had a sip." Kenny slurred.

"Really?" Clementine sarcastically remarked.

"Yeah. Nowhere near enough." He grumbled.

"Oh... well, I can take care of AJ if he wakes up." Clementine offered.

Kenny nodded. "Alright."

"You coming to bed anytime soon?" She asked as she stood from the couch.

"No. I'm just gonna stay out here tonight." Kenny said.

"Oh, okay...Night, Kenny."

"Night."

Kenny didn't know how long it had been since Clementine had left for bed. Nor did he know what reason his feet were leading him to the eleven year old's bedroom.

He peeked in on Clementine through a crack in the door and found her sleeping soundly. Pushing the door open, he made his way inside.

She was lying on her side, facing away from him.

As he studied her young body, his heart began to throb with guilt and a taboo fascination.

He figured he could sit on the edge of her bed and watch her for a while, without actually crossing that delicate line. But he figured wrong. She remained asleep as he gently ran a hand over her leg.

He could not help himself. He ran a hand across her undeveloped chest.

The girl groaned, causing him to yank away. "Kenny?" she asked, voice confused and groggy. "It's alright, darlin'. I just came to check on you." He lied.

"Are you going to bed now."

"Yeah."

Clementine offered a small smile and scooted over to give him space.

Once he was settled down she snuggled up to him, dozing off.

As she hugged him, he felt himself growing hard again.