The Walking Dead: Clementine and a dog named Sam

Chapter 3: back to the cabin

Sorry this took so long to update. I got the usually reasons for not updating. But I may be updating more often than I did before. Hopefully, anyway. But here's the next chapter of my story, and hope you enjoy it.

Clementine, Pete, and Sam tried to keep quiet for as long as they could as walkers could be heard banging against the door. After they were separated from Nick near the lake, the three were forced to run away and were now hiding in a cigarette truck in an attempt to avoid the pursuing walkers.

Pete grunted as he and Clementine locked the door hard enough to make sure it could not been opened at all. Sure, the van was made out from hard steel, but after all, there was nothing wrong with being extra careful.

"That ought to do it." he declared, leaning his back against the inside of the truck wall, panting a couple of times. "Jesus, Nick..."

"What are we going to do?" Clementine inquired, sitting down on the opposite side of Pete with Sam sitting down beside her.

"Not sure." Pete replied, scanning the inside of the truck for anything useful. "I'm just worried about Nick. He's out there somewhere."

"He got away. I'm sure he knows his way back to the cabin." Clementine reassured him, placing her hand against Sam's head, stroking him slightly.

"Maybe, I don't know. God-dammit, Nick." Pete mumbled quietly to himself, nodding his head side-to-side in mid-sentence. "Couldn't just listen to me, could he? If he did, we'd all be in the back of this truck now."

"I'm sure he's fine." Clementine replied, standing up so she could go and investigate the truck they were in for anything useful, knowing they may be in here for a while. "I'm going to have a look around."

"Sure." Pete said, not seeming too bothered about what she was doing. He was too sad that he may not see his nephew again. Sure, his nephew may be a fucking idiot, but the point is, he was his idiot to take care of.

After Nick's mother had passed on, Pete made a vow to her that he would protect Nick and be with him no matter what. Pete was so close to death earlier. If it had not been for Sam alerting him to the walker on the ground, he may have been bit, and once you are bit, it's all over.

Pete dazed out from his thoughts as he eyed the bag that Clementine had set down opposite of him. He sure did not remember her having a bag this morning when they set out. "Clementine, where did you get this bag?"

Clementine leaned up from where she was kneeling down; searching for supplies or anything that could be useful. "One of the corpses at the river was still alive. He was one of the people who attacked me and my friend Christa. He was alive, and had my bag with him. I tried to get him to tell me where Christa was, but that's when...You know."

"Right." Pete sighed, turning his attention back to the doors when he could hear the walkers banging as hard as they could on the outside. "Bastards ain't lettin' up."

"You think they will get in?" Clementine inquired, suspecting they would have nowhere to go if the walkers managed to get the doors

"Not sure. Doubt it, though." Pete admitted, trying to get himself comfortable after he suspected they were going to be here for a while. "Better get comfy, Clementine. Looks like we're going to be in here for a while."

Clementine did not like this idea he was suggestion, and folded her arms together as Pete laid down against the cold metal ground, resting his head in his right arm. "That's it? We just going to sit here?"

"Would you rather go out there?" Pete inquired, shutting his eyes as he tried to get some sleep, but found it was going to be difficult since the walkers were still trying to get inside.

"Point taken." she replied, sitting herself on the opposite side of Pete, leaning her back against the wall. She picked her backpack and searched inside to see if the bandits had taken anything out of there.

Clementine sighed in relief as she pulled out the most important thing out from the backpack which was a picture of Lee she had grabbed during the time they were at his parent's drugstore. She sighed, trying to hold back tears as the memory of her shooting her only friend left in the world haunted her.

Ever since she was saved by Lee before he died, Clementine felt it was her fault Lee had died. If she had not gone to try and find the stranger, then maybe...Just maybe he might have survived. What was she thinking? Her parents were never going to be okay no matter how fast they go to Savannah.

As she young girl looked at the photo, she felt something lay it's self against her lap. She set the photo back into her backpack where she could see Sam, cuddling her head into her sleep.

Clementine smiled as she placed her hand on Sam's head and began to stroke, and this time, he seemed to enjoy it. It was like he was a whole new dog. "You saved a life today, boy. If you hadn't alert Pete, he might have got bit."

Sam merely yawned in response as he closed his eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep. He was more than happy to use the young girl's leg as a pillow to lie on, despite the fact he had no met her not too long ago, and considered her to be an enemy.

Before long, Clementine felt herself getting tired, too, and could no longer keep her eyes open for long. She drifted off to sleep in a matter of seconds, despite the many walkers banging against the truck door outside.

"Clem...Clem...Clementine!"

Clementine mumbled as she lazily opened her eyes at the sounds of Pete's voice calling her. She rubbed her eyes for a moment as she sat up, at the same time, wondering what he wanted from her.

After she was done rubbing her eyes, Clementine could see out from the truck window that it was now night time, and to top it off, the walkers had stopped banging against the truck doors, meaning either they given up, or just forgot they were in there.

Clementine picked her backpack and placed it over her shoulders while she could see Pete and Sam standing by the truck doors. "What are you doing?"

"They're clearing out. If we're quick, we might be able to run out of here." Pete explained, peaking the truck doors open just a tiny bit so he could see what was happening. "I know the way back to the cabin...Let's just hope we can make it. You quick on your feet."

"Sometimes." Clementine shrugged, standing beside him while Sam began growling silently under his breath, obviously sensing the danger ahead.

"Well, as soon as I give the word, we make a break for it!" Pete suggested, clutching his rifle in his right hand that was out of ammo of course, but could be pretty useful for a melee weapon. "Okay...Three...Two...One...Go!"

In a split-second, Clementine and Pete burst open the doors and ran directly through any openings they could see that were not close to any walkers. Clementine kept constantly looking to her side to make sure Sam was still with them, and trying to do anything stupid like attack them.

Clementine turned her attention forward where she completely missed the walker standing right ahead of her. She gasped as she ended up falling down onto her back, and in an act to defend herself; she placed her leg against the walker's stomach.

Obviously, she was just a little girl, and holding back the walker with her own strength was going to be a difficult task. As she felt her leg weaken, the walker was suddenly knocked directly in his head, killing it upon impact.

Clementine gasped as she looked towards her savior, who was indeed Pete. She noticed her was holding out his hand to her, and without hesitation, she accepted it before running back towards the direction Pete was running.

Lucky for them, walkers did not know how to run that quick. In fact, they did not run at all, and merely walked instead. As long as they could stay out of sight, Clementine, Pete, and Sam may stand a chance as long as they kept running.

Eventfully, sunrise had emerged, sending an orange color across the entire sky. Down below in the woods, the three had been running for at least half hour, and were on the verge of passing out. But the good news was they finally made it back to the cabin, and lost the walkers that were pursing them.

Clementine was the first to arrive since Pete was quite old and could not move as fast as he use to. She burst open into the kitchen door, panting as she struggled to catch her breath. Pete and Sam followed suit, and Pete closed the door behind them before collapsing onto a kitchen chair.

Inside the kitchen were Carlos and Rebecca who had ran over to them as soon as they entered, worried expressions on their faces.

"Clementine, Pete!" Carlos said, happy and worried at the same that they had returned after so many hours. "What happened?! Where's Nick?"

"We got attack, at the river." Pete answered, struggling to catch his breath back since he was not much of an athlete. "Clementine, Sam, and I made a run for it."

"We lost Nick." Clementine added, watching as Sam had collapsed onto his stomach, not looking to well. She knelt down to him and shook him slightly. "Sam...Sam! Are you okay?"

"Where's everyone else?" Pete inquired, only just realizing it was the two of them there.

"Luke and Alvin went looking for you both!" Rebecca quickly answered, shifting towards Carlos, who had checked on Sam to check if he was okay or not. "What are you doing? We need to find them!"

"Rebecca, wait a second!" Carlos requested, placing two of his fingers against Sam's neck to check if he was alright. "He's fine. Just needs some water."

"Carlos, we need to go and find them! My husband is out there!" Rebecca reminded, extremely worried for her husband as he was out there with Luke, looking for basically nothing now that they were back. "GET the GUNS!"

Carlos nodded in agreement as he ran out of the next room for a moment to go and fetch the weapons.

As he left, Rebecca returned her attention to Clementine, who was attending to Sam. "Luke and Alvin went out looking for you all. I told them not to go! Dammit Luke!"

Seconds later, Carlos had returned with a rifle for Rebecca, some ammo for Pete, and a Glock 17 for himself. He handed each of the weapons to them both, and with hesitation, they all set out for a better chance of finding their friends.

Before Carlos left, he had a favor to ask for Clementine, an important one. "Clementine... Can you please watch Sarah? She's upstairs, just distract her."

"I will. You can count on me." Clementine assured him, raising a slight smile across her face as she gave him a slight nod.

"Thank you." Carlos thanked, but deep down, he was hoping he did not make a mistake of trusting his daughter's life with the young girl. "We'll be back soon. Just stay inside, and don't open the doors for anything!"

Clementine watched as Carlos finally left to join the others, followed by closing the door behind him. She turned her attention back to Sam as soon as he was one, and realized he needed to have something to drink.

Running to the sink, Clementine found a cereal bowl that she filled with cold water and gave it Sam. She set the bowl down in front of him, but noticed he was too weak to even lift his head up to take a sip yet.

"You'll be okay, boy." Clementine assured him, stroking his head for a moment until she remembered she had to keep her promise to Carlos, and take care of Sarah until they returned. "I'll be back soon, boy. Just stay here."

Clementine left the kitchen a moment later and made her way to the upstairs area of the cabin. She arrived to Sarah's bedroom, and without knocking, she opened the door, and was startled by a sudden bright flash light.

She watched as Sarah printed out the photo from the camera she had used to take a picture of Clementine. "Look at all this cool stuff I found under the house. Cool, right?"

Clementine did not reply as she eyed the picture in Sarah's hand.

"Take one of me!" Sarah requested, offering the camera over to Clementine, who hesitated for a moment, thinking this was somewhat childish of her. "Please?"

"Sure." Clementine agreed, taking off her backpack for a moment before she accepted the camera from the older girl.

"Get me on a good pose, okay?" Sarah requested, standing still so Clementine to take a picture of her. However, just as Clementine had taken the picture, she noticed a worried expression on her face. "What's wrong, Clem? Where's my dad?"

Clementine was not sure how she was going to reply exactly, not wanting to lie to her, but at the same time, not wanting to break her promise to Carlos. Instead, she just said the first thing that popped in her mind. "He'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Sarah inquired, but did not get an answer for her new friend, who stood there. She decided to drop it for now and walked to the other side of her room to show Clementine more of the things she had found under the cabin. However, she felt herself struggling to breathe for a moment. "Sorry...I just need...To."

Clementine watched as Sarah had to sit down for a moment with her arms around her legs, not knowing what was wrong with her exactly. She sat down on the opposite side of her to keep her company, and hopefully, she would not ask any questions regarding her father.

The two sat silent for a moment, staring at each other as they smiled.

"Want to see what I found?" Sarah broken the silence as she stood up for a moment to fetch something from under the table. "Will you show me how to use it?

Clementine's eyes widened silently as she eyed the Glock 17 in Sarah's hand. "You should let your dad teach you." she suggested, but her expression soon changed into a feared one as Sarah had aimed the gun at her. "Don't do that!"

"So...Sorry!...Sorry..." Sarah apologized, stuttering in mid-sentence. She calmed herself down shortly after while making her way towards the window.

Sarah looked around the area outside of her bedroom window to see if there was anything useful outside that would help her target practice. "Maybe I could practice outside? There's that tree...Hey, Luke's back!"

Clementine walked to the window beside her and only was able to see the figure's shadow before he disappeared. She turned around and followed Sarah downstairs to go and greet Luke. But something was on her mind: if this was Luke, then why was he alone? Wasn't he supposed to be with Alvin?

After she made her way downstairs, Clementine checked a couple of windows to see if it was Luke, but found nothing so far. She walked over to Sarah, who was waiting near the front door, and by the look on her face, she looked worried.

Sarah stood still as her friend approached her after checking all of the windows. She gulped after she realized the figure was not who he seemed to be. "That's not Luke."

The two looked around the corner for a second where the figure was waiting by the front door. Either he was going to just walk in, or maybe he would knock first like a civilized person.

Sarah was beginning to panic slightly as she somewhat recognized the figure standing by the door. "Clem, I think I know him."

Well, would you look at that? Pete has survived, and actually managed to make it back to the cabin without getting bit. I hope you will all wait until "Chapter 4: a visitor".