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'Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine'

Clementine was broken. And not just by wounds; her whole mind was corrupted with twisted thoughts and images of gruesome descent.

Her upbringing paid no positivities to this, she couldn't help but think of the one man who caused this. The man who made her heart weep for months on end, while still holding the capacity to make her feel loved.

His name was Lee, and he changed Clementine's life, be it for better or worse. Whenever she heard his name, she felt a little bit of her heart try to detach itself, meekly crying out for the man to hold it.

But Lee wasn't there, anymore. No, Lee had left Clementine alone in this godforsaken world. Alone with nothing but herself to keep her warm, or to coax her into happiness.

Clementine's mood was always akin to madness or depression, whether she was battling walkers or in hiding from them, she would be constantly thinking of rancid things. Images of friends gruesomely disfigured, or even reanimated played in her head. Multiple people were always there, in her mind, haunting her every move and action. Luke, Kenny, Sarah, Nick, hell, even Lee was judging her in her mind.

Of course, Clementine knew she was going crazier with every waking hour. But she didn't fight it, she embraced it. She was treading on a fine line between absolute anger and just plain mayhem. She wanted to go crazy, to lose her mind in this horrific place we once called 'Earth'. She craved the thoughts of eccentric and mental behaviour. But alas, the presence of her former guardian halted her from such delight. She heard his voice, begging her to become the young and innocent girl she once was. Clementine was far from innocent, and she felt like one hundred years had passed since she was last considered 'young' and 'frail'.

The determination to claim insanity was overpowering the mad Clementine, so much so that one day, she embraced the mere thought of getting bitten and lying to die. She even tracked walkers to feed on her, another realisation that she needed immense help. Too many thoughts on her mind caused this imagine to prove true.

It was a mirky and dirty night, where Clementine was flicking her lighter on and off, repeating it several times. The slow growl of a lurker not ten metres away from her made her heart flutter with glee. She leapt up, dropping everything she held at the time, and spun around until the creeping dead man was in sight, before bounding up to it with a grin. She had talked to it while it was making it's slow journey toward her, asking how many people it had devoured in that day, to be met with infamous growls and snarls that were all too familiar to anyone these days.

Once it was in arms-reach, Clementine panicked. Her legs had stiffened and she was unable to move. Her mind's clouds which had loomed over her ever since Lee had passed, seemed to clear and she was slowly regaining her normal-functioning mind in these dragging seconds. She squeaked and screamed but she didn't move at all when the walker snapped it's jaw onto her shoulder, creating a large gasp on the small victim of prey. Clementine had realised this far too late, then she whimpered as it snapped onto her arm, before weakly and meekly slashing it's head with her axe and murdering it.

Her mind was free, but her life wasn't. And with a few unsteady breaths, she sobbed in utmost fear and regret, curling up into the smallest posture, and gagging at the pain of these two bite marks. Her whole body was shaking, and her face was littered in tears, while her mouth produced the sound of broken tears and chokes.

Clementine was scared. Her extreme quivers made her heart weep even more, but it died down, only beating when it desperately needed to. She was dying, on her own accord, and there was nothing she could do about it.

There was nothing, at all, that she could do to stop the pain.

Except for one thing.

Her trembling hand wriggled around until it found her pistol, and with one lacking grip, she had lifted it to her chest and laid the gun upon it, before sprawling out onto her back and looking up to the starless sky. Her weak stature jerked slightly, every so often, but she knew - to end this suffering of hers and the dreaded madness she endured - that she had to stop everything.

With the fateful click of her finger lapsing over the trigger and one more weak sob, Clementine lifted the gun to her temple and her chin quivered. This is for Lee, she thought, you'll see him and everyone soon.

She clenched her eyes shut and never opened them again, for she had just pulled the trigger on herself and her hand dropped down in a limp state. Her whole body jerked up, but fell briskly back down once her brain had been destroyed. Her mind at peace and her body at stillness, Clementine would no longer suffer from sheer madness or depression. In fact, she was emitted to a white room, with everyone she held dear to her heart in view and touch.

Clementine was finally able to rest, no thoughts or anything to halt her happiness.

She was free.

'Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.'