AN: This is quite a dark topic so you'll understand the lack of description surrounding the baby and Christa's death. Apologies if this is upsetting to anyone. It was upsetting to write. I don't own anything.
Corrections are welcome if I've made any mistake :)
No matter how hard clementine tried, she couldn't escape. The zombie was always on her heels, he was missing a hand and his clothing was torn. He was focused on her and was determined to catch her.
She tried to change direction but fell over her ankle.
She cried out in pain, holding her injured ankle. This was it. She couldn't run forever. She hoped someone found her and ended her life as a walker.
The zombie fell to its knees and tore into her flesh, pulling out muscle and causing her blood to stain the wet ground.
She felt her eyes fall shut but resisted, she gave the walker a final glance and cried out.
"Lee!" She shrieked. Crying.
She woke with a start, trying to catch her breath. She stood, looking around.
"Omid?" She whispered, following the sounds of broken sobs.
"Omid?" She called out to him again.
There he was, by the side of the car. Crying and holding something in his arms.
"Don't come any closer, Clem."
"Wh-what's wrong? Where's Christa?" She stepped forward.
Omid started crying again.
"I couldn't save her!" He whimpered clutching the bundle.
"I-I'm scared!" Clementine whispered. "You're scaring me."
Clementine saw the blood first and let out a gasp. "..omid, where's Christa?"
She sat beside him, in the puddle of blood.
"She's gone."
"No! No she can't. The baby."
"I have her. She's here." He cried and showed her the bundle. "But she's with Christa."
"No!" Clementine reached for the blanket, pulling it back to reveal the peaceful face of a newborn baby.