Four of us were left, sitting around on some cut down tree logs. There was an attempted fire in the middle of the group, though it was now just burning out from the rain that left us soaked. A weasel was hanging over the fire, but we knew it would take forever to cook if we couldn't make the fire any better. We were in a dead silence, sitting around and hoping for a miracle. We hadn't talked for what felt like hours.

"Christa, talk to us," Clementine eventually plead, her young voice desperate for a distraction.

She said nothing, staring into the weak flames for a few seconds before looking away.

Travis continued poking at the fire with a long stick, praying that the flames would rise. "Fuckin' fire is never gonna light."

"The wood's too wet to burn," Christa stated obviously.

"What else can we do?" Clementine asked.

"Find somethin' that'll burn, maybe. I dunno," she went over to the fire and took the stick from Travis, beginning to try and get the fire to rise.

"We should do that," I agreed.

"Won't be easy in the dark and in the rain."

I sighed.

"You guys should be doing this, not me," the woman continued. "Tending a fire so you can cook and stay warm... It's something you all have to be able to do... otherwise..."

"We know," Travis replied, cutting her off. "I can do it, so can Marceline, but this rain isn't exactly aiding our task."

"We can't stay in one place too long," Clem spoke. "It's too dangerous. We need to keep moving."

Christa looked up at her and narrowed her eyes, seeming agitated. "All we do, all we have ever done, is move. But we never seem to get anywhere."

"We can't just stop," I defended. "We've come too far now, lost too much, to just stop trying."

"I don't need reminding of what we've lost, Marceline."

I kept my mouth shut and slowly gazed away. There was so much tension it was unbearable.

Clem wrapped her arms around herself, shivering from the cold rain that hadn't stopped for a long time. "I'm freezing."

"Wellington is gonna be way worse," I sighed, shuffling closer and wrapping my arms around her. "If that girl we met was right, there'll be snow there. Imagine how cold it's going to get."

"At least the snow can entertain us," Travis smiled, his eyes still watching the fire. "We could build a snowman."

"If we make it," Christa killed the joy. "We just need to keep moving north."

"We'll get there, Clem. Don't worry," I smiled at her.

Clementine nodded and leaned into my arms to warm up.

Christa resumed with the fire poking, though there were no improvements on it. We sat in silence, watching as the fire refused to increase. Christa stood up and passed the stick to Travis.

"I'm gonna go look for more wood," she said. Her voice sounded so much older than it used to. "You just keep the fire lit."

Travis began poking around at the fire while the woman disappeared away into the trees.

"We should probably find something to light it more," I suggested.

Clementine seemed to get an idea and moved to pick up her backpack. She opened it and took something out, which caught my eye immediately.

"What's that, Clem?"

I stood up and walked over, crouching beside her as she showed me the picture. I took it in my hands and sighed. It was a picture of Lee.

Clementine took another picture from her bag, this time it was a drawing.

"You drew that?" I asked, studying it. "That's Kenny, Katjaa and Duck, isn't it?"'

Clem nodded, frowning in sadness. I passed her back the picture of Lee, but I spotted another drawing inside the bag.

"What about that one?"

Clementine reached into her bag and pulled the final picture out.

"Who's this?"

Clem gestured to the people on the drawing as she spoke. "This one is me, and that's you."

I smiled at the picture. "That's really nice, Clementine."

"Thank you," she said, a small smile on her mouth.

"This is fucking hopeless," Travis snapped, launching the stick away into the woods in a fit of rage. "Did you find anything yet?"

"I have a lighter," Clem told him, zipping up the bag and walking back over to Travis. I looked at the drawing in my hand once again. In the picture, I was wearing my old red hoodie and Clementine was in her cream dress. She must have drawn it the previous year.

"Hey, Clem, can I keep this?" I wondered.

She glanced back over and nodded her head. "Sure."

I put the picture in the pocket of my jeans and went back to sit on the fallen tree.

"How's that fire lookin'?" I enquired.

"Better," Clem said. "But still not enough."

"How about that log over there?"

Clementine went over and picked it up, placing it into the fire. The flames heightened a small amount.

"Great job, now we can cook this-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" A voice suddenly roared out in the trees.

My head shot up, and Travis was on his feet in an instant. Clementine gasped and looked back at me, suddenly panicked as to what was going on.

"Stay by me," I ordered Clem.

She was breathing heavily, walking at my side in the middle of Travis and I. We had our weapons ready, though they weren't much considering we didn't know what we were up against. I held the knife in my hand and Travis had the hammer.

"In the event something goes bad, I want you to run Clem. Just keep on running."

She nodded her head.

Birds flew out of the trees, making enough noise to startle us all. We kept moving quickly and quietly.

"I'm by myself!" I heard Christa shout.

"You're obviously with someone," a male shouted. "Where's your group?"

"Don't fuckin' lie to us!"

I was getting flashbacks of the bandits back in the motel.

"Who do you think you're foolin'?"

"Give us the truth and you don't get hurt!"

Christa came into view, along with many men stood around her.

"How are we gonna do this?" I whispered to Travis.

"I...I'm by myself!" Christa repeated to the men as they pushed her.

I wanted to cry seeing Christa in this situation. She was the last person to deserve that kind of treatment, and I couldn't believe she was lying to protect us.

"They've got guns," Travis informed.

"There's no way we can take them," I muttered.

Clementine seemed to have already formed her own plan, but I noticed too late, when a rock flew through the woods and hit one of the men in the face.

"What the fuck?!" He cried.

"Christa, run!" Clem shouted.

I saw the woman move, one of the men noticing her and was on her heels immediately. The other two men looked in our direction, which made it our cue to escape.

"Fuckin' run!" I instructed, grabbing Travis and Clementine and darting away. I couldn't ignore the sounds of Christa behind us, letting out cries until there was a gunshot. My eyes welled with tears, but we had to keep running.

"Get the fuck over here, now!" A voice demanded.

We continued our race through the trees, but a walker appeared and Clem stopped running, suddenly out of places to go. The man pursuing us kicked the walker down, stomping on it.

"Run, Clem!"

I moved forward, stabbing my knife into the man's shoulder. Bad aim.

"Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?!" He yelled out in pain as I continued running, now lacking a knife.

I caught up with Clem and Travis on a small cliff, just as the man's arms wrapped around me and held me back.

"Get the fuck off me!"

Travis ran to me, lifting his hammer up to hit the man. I was dropped and ducked, but instead all I heard was Travis curse loudly. I moved quickly again, noticing the blood dripping from Travis' face. He held his hand over one of his eyes, a new cut going from his left eyebrow to cheekbone.

"Leave us alone!" Clementine shouted.

The man held the knife I'd stabbed him with and was going to stab Travis, but I dived at him and pushed him over. Luckily for me, I pushed him right into the arms of a walker, which soon overpowered him and began to devour his flesh, making him their newest prey.

Travis clutched his eye and I could see tears fall from his other eye. I'd never seen him cry, so the pain must have been horrendous.

There were suddenly so many more walkers, and we couldn't take them all. I grabbed the hammer from the floor where Travis had dropped it and buried it in a walker. I caught Travis' hand and pulled him over to where Clementine sat on the floor, a horrified expression on her face.

"We need to jump!" I commanded.

Clementine backed up, crawling away from the approaching walkers before she dropped down into the water.

I made a mental note to apologise to Travis later, jumping over the drop while pulling him along with me and into the water after Clem, where the stream carried us away.

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