Thanks so much for the awesome feedback, everyone! I'm so happy with what you all said. With a 9-1 vote, this story will continue. YAYZ. And I appreciate everyone who is offering me help, I may need it in the future. And the first chapter revolved around Clementine, but the rest of this story will revolve around Sarah. So, enjoy chapter two of 'We're Friends, Right?'

P.S: I don't ship Clarah. Just pointing that out. They will not have a romantic relationship, they are just friends.

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Sarah's eyes snapped open all of a sudden. She blinked a couple of times, fixing her ruby-coloured glassed to her face and she rubbed the sleepiness out of her hazel eyes. She realised she was curled up in a little ball, and she slowly removed herself from that position, her bones aching as she did so. She realised she was sleeping on wood. Why wasn't she sleeping on her soft bed in the cabin? She waited for her eyes to adjust to what was around her.

She noticed she was in a small area, maybe three meters across in length. The floor was black and white tile, with faint blood smudges on the marble. There were wrappers and other items of rubbish everywhere, and Sarah was extremely confused. Where was she?

"...Dad?" She asked, slowly getting to her feet and looking around, beginning to tremble slightly. Where was her dad? He should be here, greeting her. She took one step forward, balancing herself before she walked out of the gift shop. She yelped as she abruptly stopped, looking down and seeing a huge drop below her.

There were pieces of wood littering the ground, with walkers groaning and snarling as they tried to get out from under the pieces. Then Sarah gasped, her eyes widening. She remembered now. Just yesterday...she had fallen off this very deck. She was trapped under the wood, completely helpless to do anything. The walkers were approaching, and she was sure that she would die right there. But then she came...Clementine. She had risked her life to save her, and had succeeded. She must have fallen asleep after that...because she didn't remember anything else.

Then Sarah began to tremble, as she remembered why she had fallen down there in the first place. She wasn't concentrating, she hadn't noticed the deck was weakening; about to break at any second. She was thinking about her father. She had watched him be murdered, right there in front of her eyes. And she was completely helpless to do anything. So she ran. Away from Howe's, away from her friends, away from the hoarde. Luckily Clementine had managed to save her in the trailer park, but Sarah almost took it all for granted when she wasn't concentrating and she fell.

Sarah looked down at her feet as a lone tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it off and sighed. She slowly sat down, her legs hanging off the edge of the deck. She was about to start crying when there was a sudden voice behind her.

"Hey." Sarah turned around to see Clementine, the eleven-year old girl who had saved her life. She smiled at the teenager, who remained silent. The baseball cap wearing female sat down next to her, looking up at the stars. "Are you...okay? You know, after everything that happened?"

Sarah glanced at Clementine, wondering what to say. She wanted to say yes, to reassure her friend, but in all honesty she wasn't. The teenager sighed and looked back over the deck. She could have been trapped under there...it was horrible to think about it.

"Why are you up so early in the morning? It has to be only two or three." Clementine said, looking at Sarah. The teenager sighed.

"I...couldn't sleep." Sarah said. "What about you?"

"Me neither. I was just thinking about everything that's happened...and how close I was to dying today." Clementine closed her eyes. Sarah was confused. Why was Clementine worried? She's survived so much, and gone through so much trauma. But she was still here.

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, and Clementine turned to look at her.

"That walker...that grabbed my ankle. Nobody could hear me...and it was so close to biting me." Clementine shuddered. Then she smiled. "But then you saved me, Sarah. You saved me because you're strong. You can survive this, and you will survive this. You just need a little training."

"Are...are you sure I can? I mean...I mean..." Sarah stopped talking and looked down to the ground, trying to hold back her tears. She didn't know why she was about to cry, maybe because she didn't want to die.

"Don't worry, Sarah, I won't let anything hurt you." Clementine smiled. "Tomorrow I'll lend you my gun and I can teach you how to shoot proper. With real bullets."

Sarah's eyes widened at the words, 'real bullets'. Her dad always said bullets were...Sarah choked back a sob as she thought about her father once again. She managed to let out a little smile at Clementine.

"I'd like that..." She said and Clementine nodded.

"And I can also teach you how to build a campfire, and heal wounds, and everything you need to know about survival." Clementine said. Sarah frowned.

"Sounds tricky..." Sarah said and Clementine grinned.

"It is." She said and got to her feet, turning towards the gift shop. "I suppose we should get some sleep so we'll be ready for the training tomorrow. Are you coming?"

"I just...need a minute. I'll be right there." Sarah gave Clementine a reassuring smile, and the eleven year old nodded and walked into the gift shop. Sarah turned back towards the sky and stared at the stars. She missed her dad so much...but she couldn't let that take over her. She needed Clementine's help...if she was going to survive.

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"...ar...arah..." Sarah was sure she could hear someone faintly calling her name. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and rolled to one side, ignoring the voice. "Sarah...Sarah, wake up."

The voice sounded extremely close now, and Sarah groggily opened her eyes. She rubbed them and yawned, stretching as she sat up in bed. Wait...bed? Her eyes widened, all the sleep immediately leaving her body as she stared directly at someone she thought was gone forever. His kind face shined down on Sarah as she stared in shock.

Carlos. The kind Spanish doctor was looking at Sarah with a smile on his face, wearing the same shirt he always wore. Sarah immediately burst into tears, hugging him as hard as she could.

"Daddy...DADDY!" She cried, tears streaming down her face as she clutched his shirt. He was alive! But how...? She watched him get eaten by the walkers!

"Sarah, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Her father asked, concerned as he hugged her back. Sarah nodded as she wiped away her tears with her sleeves. "What happened?"

"We...covered...guts...tripped...eaten..." Sarah mumbled, too happy to put her words into proper sentences. Carlos looked confused.

"Eaten? Guts?" He said in concern as the two separated, Sarah still holding her dad's shirt. Sarah nodded her head frantically.

"The walkers! We tried to escape from Carver's camp, and..." Sarah trailed off, noticing her father's clueless expression. "You...you remember, right? Wait...you couldn't remember. You were eaten right there, but you're here right now, but how is that possible? I mean, I watched you right-"

"Sarah, calm down. Walkers? What are they? You've been dreaming, Sarah. I've never been eaten. There are some crazy people out there who eat other people, but-" Carlos began when Sarah interrupted him, extremely confused.

"NO! You got eaten by zombies! And Alvin got shot in the head in the ski lodge, and you got your fingers broken by Carver, and-"

"Who's Alvin? And Carver? My fingers are fine, Sarah." Carlos said, now a little concerned for his daughter's sanity. "You need to stop watching those horror movies. I told your mother not to, but does she listen? No, of course she doesn't. Because you mother always knows best."

Sarah felt like she had been smashed in the face with a brick wall. Her mother was alive? Alvin and Carver never existed? That...that meant Clementine never existed! And Rebecca, Luke, Nick, Pete, and the walkers, and the people at Carver's camp! Was...was it really all a dream? But it felt so real...

"Sarah...?" Carlos said, noticing Sarah had stopped talking and was staring blankly at the wall. He got up and slowly walked towards the door. "Hey, Sarah, I have some medication in the bathroom cabinet. It's...er...chocolate flavoured. You like that, right?"

Stop that, Dad. Sarah thought. I stopped falling for that years ago. Although I would like some chocolate...I haven't eaten any in years. Althought I guess the apocalypse was just a dream. It was a really long dream though.

Because Sarah was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't reply to Carlos, and he opened his daughter's bedroom door and left, walking towards the bathroom. Sarah watched him open the door and go inside, wondering what was going on. Was she dreaming? Or was the apocalypse a dream? Her mother was alive? Clementine never existed? Suddenly, Carlos let out a scream of pain.

Sarah's eyes widened as she focused her gaze on the open bathroom door, a beam of light evacuating from it and glaring over the carpet and stairs. She gasped as she noticed something red splashing out of the bathroom and splattering over the floor. She let out a scream as her legs started working on her own. She dashed across the landing, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead as she dreaded the worst. She was almost at the door, and she slowly turned the corner...

Two walkers had pushed Carlos to the ground, and were feasting on him as he cried out in terror. He desperately tried to push one off, but it overpowered him easily. Carlos was getting weaker by the second. Blood splattered all over the floor and on Sarah's shoes as she watched in terror. Her eyes glimmered with tears as she dropped to her knees.

It's happening again... she thought in terror, as she watched her father desperately tried to reach a pair of scissors that were balancing on the egde of the sink. I can't do anything...and dad's gonna die...

Carlos' fingers brushed against the blade, and Sarah screamed as it wobbled. Just a little push was enough for the scissors to fall and plummet into Carlos' head. Sarah screamed in terror as he dropped to the floor, the walkers still feasting on him. Her body trembled as she stared at her father's corpse.

"...ad..."

"Dad..."

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

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"GET UP!" Sarah screamed, her eyes filled with tears as she shot up, panting heavily. Sweat covered her face as she glanced around, noticing she was still in the gift shop. She noticed everyone sleeping soundly around her. Rebecca stirred for a moment but remained asleep, holding her newborn baby. Sarah slapped her hands over her face, bursting into tears. "Daddy...come back..."

She eventually managed to get back to sleep, and fortunately she had no more nightmares. She woke up early that morning, around eight or nine. She was exhausted. She groggily grabbed her glasses that were resting next to her and opened them up, placing them on her face. Now that her blurry vision had disappeared, she noticed that Kenny, Clementine, Luke, Jane and Mike were missing. Rebecca still slept with her baby missing from her arms. She looked weak. Her skin was pale and she didn't seem like she would ever wake up. Bonnie was still asleep too. She was curled up in a ball in the corner of the room. She heard quiet voices coming from outside, so she sleepily got to her feet and walked outside, looking down at the ground.

She looked up to see Clementine and Kenny. They were standing at the edge of the deck, looking around at the forest and icy river. Clementine's arms were folded as she shuddered in cold, while Kenny seemed okay. He had the same bloody eyepatch wrapped around his head, and to be totally honest it scared Sarah a little. Pirates always used to frighten her when her dad read her bedtime stories about them. Sarah noticed the sleeping baby in Kenny's arms, bundled in a light green blanket. She smiled a little, happy to meet someone new. She wondered what Rebecca would call him. Or her. She didn't know the gender yet. Sarah noticed Kenny looked irritated as he glanced around at his surroundings.

"...where the hell are they?" Kenny muttered as Sarah slowly walked up to them, a little nervous. The baby began to stir but Kenny quickly put it back to sleep by rocking it. "It's okay, little guy. It's okay."

Oh. It was a boy. Clementine noticed Sarah through the corner of her eye and smiled, turning around.

"Hey Sarah." She greeted as the teenager walked up to her. Sarah looked at her silently for a couple of seconds, before she finally allowed a small smile appear on her lips. She walked next to her.

"Hi." She said. Kenny didn't even notice her, he was too irritated. Clementine looked at the middle-aged man for a moment, before turning back to Sarah.

"Don't worry about Kenny. He can be...kind of an asshole when he's mad." She said and grinned. Kenny even allowed himself a small chuckle, before he continued to frown angrily. "Luke and Mike left to find some supplies back in Parker's Run. We actually missed one area back there. It's demolished, but Mike was determined to find something to bring back."

"Fucking idiot." Kenny closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. He looked at Clementine. "I told them not to go! It's too dangerous! But they never listen! Goddammit..."

"Don't worry, they'll be back soon." Clementine reassured her friend with a smile. She looked back at Sarah. "Last night...Jane left."

That woman? The woman who wanted to leave her? She left herself? Where did she go? Did she go to find supplies? Or get water?

Clementine noticed Sarah wasn't as shocked as she thought she was going to be. Although, she supposed she wouldn't really care. Jane did try to leave her, after all.

"...When will she be back?" Sarah asked, twiddling her thumbs. She was hoping it wasn't for a little while. She was frightened of Jane. Jane didn't care for her at all. Clementine looked confused, then shook her head, her baseball cap covering her eyes for a moment.

"Sarah...she won't be back." Clementine said quietly and Sarah's eyes widened. "Jane...she left for good. She was worried for you. She didn't want to see you die."

"B...b...but I won't, remember? You...you promised I wouldn't! You're gonna teach me how to survive, r-right?" Sarah stuttered, starting to breath heavily. She was starting a panic attack. She squeezed her eyes shut.

No...calm down, Sarah. Calm down. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. Sarah thought soothingly to herself, eventually calming herself down. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the ground.

"But I told her she was wrong." Clementine said, and Sarah looked up, surprised. "I told her she didn't know you. She didn't know what potential you have. She didn't know you had saved me."

"..." Sarah didn't know what to say. "...Thanks, Clem."

"Now, it's time to teach you about survival. Are you ready to learn?" Clementine asked, and Sarah gulped, but slowly nodded. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Kenny, do you mind if we use that spare pack of bullets Bonnie found in the gift shop?"

"What?" Kenny asked, looking away from the forest and back at Clementine, completely clueless. "Oh...oh, right. Yeah, sure. Go for it. I'll be right here."

"Thanks, Kenny." Clementine said and turned around, walking back into the gift shop to find her gun and the bullets. Sarah was about to go with her, but she decided to thank Kenny first.

"...T...thank you...Kenny..." Sarah said, looking at the man. Kenny didn't answer. He grumbled as he continued to search for Luke and Mike. "Are...you okay? I...I've lost people too. I know how it feels, i-if that makes you feel better."

Kenny glanced at her through the corner of his eye for a moment, wondering whether to reply to her. He opened his mouth to speak when the baby began to cry softly. Kenny quickly looked down at it and began rocking the baby boy.

"Shh, shh, it's okay..." He said, smiling. Sarah began backing away, not really wanting to try again. She noticed Clementine beckoning her over, and the teenager walked over to the little girl, who held a pack of bullets in one hand and her gun in the other.

"Ready?" She smiled and Sarah nodded. The two walked over to the shutters that were covered over the other entrance, and Clementine groaned as she managed to open it up. The two girls walked down the stairs. "Hey...I'm sorry about that back there. After losing his family...Kenny just seemed to stop working. And when Sarita and everyone else died...he's been reduced to a cold stone block. But don't worry, I can get through to him for you if you like."

"No thanks, Clem." Sarah said a little too quickly. Her eyes slowly trailed to the gun in Clementine's hands. "Are...are you sure I'm ready? I mean...what if I can't do it?"

"Don't worry, Sarah." Clementine reassured her. They left the observation deck and trudged into the chilly, snowy world. Clementine opened up the pack of bullets and slowly inserted them inside her pistol. She held it out for Sarah to grab. The teenager's eyes widened in fear.

Trying desperately to ignore her fears, Sarah grabbed the gun, her hands sweating. She held it, inspecting the weapon. She had held a gun before when Clementine taught her a little before...why was she so scared now? Clementine walked away from her, heading towards an abandoned box that was covered in snow.

"C...Clem! Where are you going?" Sarah said in fright, her anxity starting to flare up. With a groan, Clementine managed to tear open the lid of the box and take out one of the bottles inside. She tipped out the contents; it was a clear liquid, that stained the snow when it made contact. She carefully placed the bottle on the box, and Sarah realised what Clementine wanted her to do. How could she shoot that? It was so far away! Twenty meters at least! "How...how am I supposed to hit that?"

"Just trust me." Clementine said, and stood behind Sarah. She unlocked her elbows and held her arms steady. Sarah noticed Clementine's eyes were narrowed, so she also did it. Sarah was terrified. "Okay...a little higher."

While Clementine told her instructions, Sarah thought about what she was doing. Was it right to do this? Maybe...maybe she could just stay quiet and let the others do it? They were way better than she would ever be. I mean, she saved Clementine before...but that walker was so close! Not even two meters away. But before she knew it, Clementine was telling her the final instruction.

"...Now hold it steady..." Clementine said quietly. Sarah slowly placed her finger on the trigger. "And...shoot!"

BANG!

"EEP!" Sarah cried, as her hands suddenly burned in pain. She let go of the gun and it landed in the snow as Sarah backed away. The bullet completely missed the bottle, whizzing into the distance. "I don't like that!"

"What's wrong? You almost got it! A little practice and you'll be a natural. You saved me before, remember?" Clementine said. "Now let's try again, okay?"

"...O...okay..." Sarah sighed, and Clementine got her into the position once again. Sarah focused; this was a matter of life or death. If it was a walker, anyway, which she pretended it was.

It's just a thing...

"I'll tell you when to shoot, okay?" Clementine said.

Always aim for the head...

"Almost..."

Always keep your arms steady...

"SHOOT!"

BANG!

Sarah squealed once again and backed away, shaking her head. She looked at Clementine, tears in her eyes.

"I can't do it! I can't!" She cried.

"But you hit it!" Clementine said happily. Sarah was confused. She slowly turned to where the bottle was, and saw that it was missing. She saw pieces of glass littering the snow, and her eyes widened as she realised what she did.

"I did it...I hit it!"

"I knew you would! I told you so!"

But the victory was short-lived, when the two girls heard a loud, ear-piercing scream which echoed throughout the woods. They both slowly glanced at each other. Sarah trembled in fear, while Clementine's eyes were widened.

"Luke!" Clementine whispered, looking just as frightened as Sarah was.

"What the hell was that!?" Kenny yelled, running outside to the end of the deck. "Was that Luke!? What's going on!?"

"I'll go look!" Clementine yelled, and began running as fast as she could to Parker's Run. Sarah remained still for a moment, before she broke into a run after her, panting in fear as she held the pistol close to her chest.

The two girls made it to Parker's Run, and Sarah screamed in terror at what she saw, slapping her hand to her mouth. She let out a cry. Clementine watched in fear and went to grab her gun, but remembered Sarah had it.

Luke and Mike were pushed up into two different corners, their bodies pushed up against the demolished walls. There were two walkers snarling as they tried to bite the two as they cried out in terror. Sarah glanced at Luke. He was kicking the walker away whenever it got close, but his strength would soon run out and he couldn't get his machete in time. She then looked to Mike. He was throwing bricks at another walker, which was trying to feast on him. But with every second it got closer, and Sarah knew he wouldn't last long.

"Sarah, shoot the gun!" Clementine screamed, fear in her voice. Sarah glanced at her, eyes widened, before she glanced back at Mike and Luke, tears appearing in her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She had to save one...and let the other die. But who should she save?

[Save Luke]

[Save Mike]

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And there we go! Chapter two is over. And guess what? I'm not gonna follow the story, because I'm a rebel. I was going to originally, but I changed my mind. So I'm gonna let you guys decide. Sarah only has enough time to save one of the two, but who should she save? Please review about the chapter along with your vote, because I'd be disappointed if I write this story for you, only for some people to simply do the vote and be done with it. So, either choose Luke or Mike and I'll see you next time!