CLEMENTINES POV.
She sat on the cold floor of the boat, weeping. The pain and guilt she felt burned her heart so much it hurt. It was terrible, Lee is gone, her parents are gone, she had nothing left.
And she is scared.
Terrified. Frightened. Shaking against the shaped metallic structure in fear. Not knowing what will become of her. Not knowing where or why she had to leave the safety of her guardians arms.
If only that last night... She held on a little longer...
She curled into a ball and rocked back and forth. Crying.
But something snapped. Inside her, all that was left of hope drained away in a shower of realization and fears. Any innocence she had lingering in her small being followed with it.
And she stopped crying.
Vernon noticed the way she had her knees tucked to her chest and was staring at the far side of the boat. Her face expressionless and her eyes emotionless. Vernon approached her slowly.
"Clementine. Im sorry, but Lee-"
Clementine looked up at him coldly. Her face red from so much crying.
"No, your not." She snapped.
Vernon looked surprised
"Go. Away. NOW." The nine-year-old demanded.
Vernon narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"Now, you dont have a right to talk to me like that, Clementine. I-"
She lashed out at him, actually slapping him across the face, causing him to stumble backwards in surprise.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed.
Vernon looked shocked and taken aback by her behaviour. Her shoulders were heaving and her gaze had nothing but absoloute rage? Her stare of pure hatred bore holes through vernon, intensity over the top. But he turned and went to the front of the boat, where everyone was staring at him.
"What the hell did you do, Vernon?" The older black man asked.
Vernon sighed, looking over his shoulder at Clementine.
"I dont know." He muttered. Shaking his head. "Thats not the little girl she was earlier..."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Just keep driving. Ill talk to her later on."
...
LEES POV
Molly removed her hood and mask and gave them the thumbs up.
"how are you assholes doing?" She asked, approaching them.
Lee grinned happily. He had actually missed Molly when she was gone, and he was delighted she was back.
"better now, thank you."
Lee looked out over the water, and to his dispair, realized the boat had disappeared into the gathering fog. Long lost.
"no no no... Fuck! Vernon!" He yelled. He winced in pain from his shoulder. Trying to run, he hobbled a little further forward before collapsing on his knees. Pounding the ground with his fist.
"Lee! Jesus man, calm down!"
Lee spun around, seeing red. "CALM DOWN?! THAT MOTHERFUCKING BAG OF SHIT JUST TOOK CLEMENTINE! I DONT SEE ANYTHING CALM ABOUT THAT!"
Kenny looked taken aback
Lee turned and watched with tears in his eyes as the hole in the fog that was made by the boat slowly filled in and disappeared.
...
6 HOURS LATER
"Clementine, wake up."
Clementine opened her eyes to see Vernon standing over her.
"Dont yell, please. I have to talk to you." He said, taking neccesary precautions.
Clementne bit her lip and stared up at him.
"Before we lef- before Lee died, he told me if anything were to happen to him, he trusted me to care for you."
Clementine was confused by this. Lee told her to go to Christa and Omid if that eve happened!
"But..." She started.
"im telling you the truth, Clementine. Lee didnt trust Kenny, Ben, Omid, or Christa to care for you." He lied.
"But... Lee said... Christa..." She stuttered.
"No, its me. I promise you."
Clementine stared at him for a moment, before turning and curling up into another ball.
"go away." She whispered.
Vernon sighed but obeyed, standing and walking away. Clementine began to cry some more.
"Lets go. The stop is here. We should see him here somewhere."
Vernon ventured off the boat and in to the shallow water. He waded and trudged to the shore. There were no walkers in sight, but there was also no people. The stranger was nowhere to be seen.
"what if..." He thought, thinking of the worst.
"Gahahhhh..."
"Walker!"
Vernon stumbled when a walker came stumbling out of the nearby trees. Blood coated its hands, face, and shirt. It stated limping towards vernon.
"ah! Help! Someone shoot it!"
People stumbled for their guns, but noone had any ammo.
"where the fuck is all the ammuntion?!"
"Vernon, run!"
"ah!"
Vernon stumbled and tripped, landing on his hands and coating his face in dirt. He tried to scramble away, but the walker was almost upon him.
"help!" He called, before shutting his eyes tight and preparing for the worst.
BAM!
Vernon felt a large object fall on him, but it it didnt bite. He opened his eyes with a start to look straight into the eyes of the walker. With a big bloody hole in its head.
He pushed monter off him and wiped his forhead. Sitting up, he looked behind him,
There Clementine stood, weilding her Glock 17 as steam rose from the tip. Vernons people lowered their hand in shock as they stared at the little girl. Armed and ready. She lowered the gun, with a look of stone cold emotionless features on her face. Apperently, shooting the walker was no big deal. As if it hadnt fazed her. As if she wasnt afraid.
"are you going to get your... ASS up?" She asked. Venon was surprised at the tone she used to talk to him. And her use of language.
"Jesus, Clementine. I... I..."
"if lee put me with you, then you cant die. So come on." She turned and sat down, clenching the gun so tight her knuckled were turning white. She mumbling something under her breath, inaudible to anyone else on board the motor boat. Her eyes were shut tight but no tears were evident.
What was happening to Clementine?