God, I hate cliff-hangers.

Enjoy!

Lee huffed, hanging his jacket up on a hook attached to his door. "Hey." Lee's wife, Laura, said half-heartedly.

Lee remained silent, walking over to the couch with hunched shoulders.

"How was the interview?" She asked.

"Just like the rest of them." Lee sighed. "Waste of time."

His wife rolled her eyes. Lee wanted to snap. He had always wanted to just yell at her, to tell her the truth, that he had expected her to be having sex with another man when he walked in.

The doorbell rang. "That's for me." She mumbled, standing up to go to the door.

"Where are you going?" Lee asked.

"Just out for a while with Melissa." Laura said.

"Alright. I'm heading out in a second. I probably won't be here when you get-

Lee was cut off as Laura slammed the door shut behind her, walking outside with Melissa.

"…back." He sighed. Lee thought how things could have gone so wrong, last year they were laughing, drinking cocktails on the beaches of Hawaii. Now Laura was gone half the time and Lee was out of the job. He stood up, deciding to get out to the bar and drink his feelings with his friend.

It had been hours of walking through the forest, Clem hadn't woken up. The sun was beginning to rise, and Lee was starting to give up hope.

He cried quietly, holding Clementine close to him as she draped her arms around his neck. "Its alright, Lee. God will heal her, I'm sure of it." David said, walking closely next to Lee.

"David, you're a nice man. But shut the fuck up. God's not gonna do shit." Lee snapped, through his half breaths.

"It may feel that way but-

"You must be goddamn, deaf. Until Clementine is better, all the walkers around me drop dead, and all my friends and family come back to life, I'll stand by my belief that god doesn't exist, and if he is, I want to put a bullet through his motherfucking brain." Lee huffed, hugging Clementine as tightly as he could.

The only thing confirming she was okay was her irregular heart beat Lee felt against his chest. His head flooded with worst-case scenarios, what if she turned and he had to put her down? The thoughts made him sick to his stomach. He was cut out of his dark thoughts when David lay his hand on Lee's shoulder and pointed to a small house on the edge of the woods.

Lee's breaths grew deep and his eyes began to tear up from the relief. He began walking towards the house, his walk quickly turned into a sprint as he ran as fast as he could towards the house. He stopped at the door of the house. It was clearly run down, it looked as if it was abandoned even before the apocalypse, the bricks were old and covered in moss, the paint on the door was shredded and peeling off. But it would do. It had to.

Lee could see David planning out scoping the house in his head, and he didn't have time. Lee huffed. "Here, hold her." Lee gulped, passing the small girl into David's arms. David did as he was told, but with confusion plastered on his face.

"What do you want me to do?" David asked.

"If she doesn't wake up, I've got nothing to lose…" Lee said, rolling up his sleeves, reaching for his hatchet, but realising it wasn't there. He sighed and picked out his revolver before storming through the door.

David gasped as Lee stormed through the door, without a care in the world. He knew protesting wouldn't do anything, so he pressed his back up against one of the old brick walls of the house, looking down at the small girl. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up to the sky. "Please, my lord. Let your child be okay. Let the little angel live. Amen." He mumbled to himself. He looked down to the girl with a smile, having faith the prayer would work.

After a few more minutes, Lee stood in the doorframe of the house, dumping a walker outside the door. His fists were clenched, sweat dripped down his forehead as he stared at the walker. It's face had been smashed in completely and it's blood poured from Lee's hands. "Get her in here." Lee sighed, quietly, leading David inside.

Lee dusted off an old leather couch in the living room and put a nearby pillow up for Clementine. David set her down onto the couch. He sat down in a nearby arm chair after leaning his cane next to it. He looked over to Lee who was pacing behind the couch Clementine was passed out on, as blood dripped from his still clenched fists. "Friend, please, you need to stay calm." David said.

Lee huffed and sat down on the arm of the couch. He looked down at his feet, before wiping his bloody hands on his jeans. "What…what am I going to do, David...?" Lee said as tears started to fill his eyes with instant speed.

"Lee, you need to believe me. She'll be okay. I promise you. I'm going to go and search the house for supplies, stay with the girl in case she wakes up." David said, picking up his cane on the way to the dusty old carpeted stairs.

Lee replaced David in the arm chair. He closed his eyes and put his head back, on the verge of a complete breakdown. He looked over to Clementine after wiping his eyes.

She was barely moving, the only sign she was living was her gentle breaths escaping her mouth. Clementine lay there helplessly, David's shirt was still wrapped around her shoulder in an attempted to stop the bleeding.

"…L…Lee?" She mumbled.

Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know, I might not be writing for a little bit (don't worry, I'm talking a few days tops) I'm just hitting a brick wall in terms of writing, I'm sure you've noticed, but I just don't feel my writing is up to par.

And if I've learnt anything from writing, if it's starting to feel like homework rather than a hobby, take a break.

Thanks for reading! See you when I see you! :D