Author's Note: I know, I know, I'm a lazy author. Been uh, chatting... with a girl... Anyway, I'll try to keep this story going as best I can. Sorry, you guys. Also been trying to get a damn job and apparently in order to bag groceries, you need to cut all of your hair just because you are male. Sorry, Laci Green; it's so bad that you're required to wear make-up to work (Even though she's wearing make-up in all of her videos). What did you call it? Oh yeah, "Corporate sexism" because men don't have to do anything like that to get a job, right? Man, women sure are systematically oppressed in America... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy.

The sounds of tools whirring and hammers smacking against wood drowned out all sound. Clementine looked down at her hat. Some guy found it and recognized it as hers. Probably since she had been tied to so many chaotic situations. She had grown notoriety within these walls. Some thought she was just unfortunate. Others were unsure about her. And a few, despised her. She stared into the pen to see faces of regret, and sadness.

It's been six weeks since the death of her son; Rebecca refused to eat, or even talk. She screamed out in grief during the small hours of the morning. Nobody considered stopping her, for they shared her pain, and knew it would be futile to try. Everyone within the pen had something to mope about. Clementine knew they'd have to go; it didn't look too good in the eyes of the other residents to leave them suffering but, it wasn't safe to bring them in. Shel thinks they should be put out of their misery. Maybe she was right. She spoke as if she'd had experience with this situation.

Bonnie knew her time was short, especially now that Clem's hands had healed properly. She watched the pen gate all day from her bed, ready to spring up at the sight of it opening. Her hair was untamed. She had dark circles under her eyes. She glared with hatred at Clementine who taunted them all with her presence; watching them being her main hobby.

Sarita has a strong will. Even though she was suffering from the loss of Kenny, she tried to help the others as best as she could but, she had her moments where she'd break-down.

Mike also tried to help. He seemed to be the one everyone inside the pen looked up to. Always patient and understanding.

Luke always did his best to help but, it's apparent that his mind is heavy with guilt.

Carlos was probably the most fortunate one in there; his daughter is alive. But he's beginning to tire from the amount of work he's been forced to do. He's been playing nice, most likely for his daughter.

Sarah occasionally greeted Clementine but, was quickly scolded by anyone besides Carlos. Most days she'd try her best not to acknowledge her.

Luke stood and approached the gate to the pen, a menacing look on his face. Clementine backed away from the bars just before he reached her. He slammed his hands against the gate, a loud banging sound erupted.

"Why don't you just leave us alone! Haven't you done enough!? Huh?!" He yelled furiously.

She merely grinned at him before placing her hat on her head. He just kept glaring, slowly moving away from the bars; aware of her lack of empathy.

Tavia approached the gate and stood beside her, "Clementine, why don't you go see if Shel needs any help with anything? She seems to need you a lot these days."

"Alright." Clementine said, content with the reaction she received.

"And keep it down in there, you don't want me to tell Bill you've been causing problems." Tavia told him.

"Won't happen again." Mike assured her, patting Luke on the shoulder.

With that, Clementine trailed off in search of Shel. The two of them were beginning to become fast friends. Occasionally, Shel would voice her opinions on how things should change. It was apparent she wanted to be in charge.

After a couple of minutes, she spotted Shel sitting at a pick-nick table alone, elbows on the table, her hands balled together and supporting her head. In a praying fashion but, she looked as if she were deep in thought. After approaching from her left flank, she tapped on Shel's shoulder, slightly startling her.

"Oh, Clem. Hey." She greeted, a warm smile on her face after recognizing her.

It was strange. After others accused Clem of killing her sister, she treats her like nothing happened.

"I was just bored and thought I'd come talk to you." Clementine told her, returning the smile.

"Wow, I feel really special now." Shel teased.

"You know what I mean." Clementine rolled her eyes before sitting down on the bench beside her. Her legs facing away from the table.

There was a brief pause in the conversation. Shel looked over her shoulder before speaking. "You never seem to have time to talk before... anyway, I was wondering... do you think Bill is alright? I have never seen him like this before." Shel said, whispering almost.

"I think, he really wanted to be a dad. He told me he wanted to make sure he had someone to take charge when he's gone but, I think he was really looking forward to the baby anyway."

"It must have been hard to put him down then. I don't envy you there."

"Well, I think he needed it. Bill, I mean." She suggested.

"Seems like he's been having you do the hard thing lately. Every-time. And now with Bonnie..." Shel inferred, her voice slightly irritated.

"What is it?" Clementine asked.

"It's nothing." Shel said, lightening her expression.

Shel truly believed Bonnie was the killer of her sister. She knew Clementine was going to kill Bonnie. Did she want to do it instead? It's odd, it seemed like they were good friends based off of what Clementine was told. Why is she so steadfast to believe without a doubt, that Bonnie was the killer? Regardless, it didn't hurt Clem in anyway, so she couldn't care less. This is a fortunate outcome for her.

"So... have you been thinking about what we've been talking about?" Shel asked, whispering, and giving her a serious look.

Clementine delayed to answer, putting some thought into her response. Shel appeared very interested to hear what she had to say; staring at her intently.

"How would we do it? What's your plan?" Clementine inquired.

"I-I don't know... maybe we could, poison him? You think if we get some lurker 'venom' or something, put it in his food, and wait? You think that'll work?"

"Maybe."

"It's all up to you, only you can get close enough to take him out." Shel said, placing her hand on her shoulder.

Bill is more experienced than Shel. He founded this whole place, or at least it sounds like he did, how would she do any better? Maybe, she doesn't have to be in charge. Maybe Clementine could take over things. Hundreds of survivors under her command wasn't such a bad idea but, there were factors to consider; would they be alright putting a kid in charge? There was a way it might work, but, she'd need Bill's help first.

"I'll have to think about it." Clementine answered honestly.

Shel peered past Clementine. Clementine turned to fix her eyes on whatever Shel was staring at; Bill, and Troy were approaching. Clementine, and Shel stood, unsure why they had assault weapons. He stopped a few feet in front of them and motioned to the pen.

"It's time." He said.

It took a moment for Clementine to fully realize what he meant by that. She nodded.

"Remember the room where you woke up in? Where Vince left you?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, I remember."

"Go there, we'll join you in a moment."

Clementine felt a slight smile creep up on her, but, she did her best to restrain it. It had already caught Bill's eye though, and he didn't address it.

"Shel, how's about you take off for a bit? I'm sure Clementine will be fine without you."

Shel walked off, not saying anything. Her body language, and speed were evidence enough that she was bothered by something.

After a minute or two, Clementine was outside, walking along the newly repaired wooden barricade. It was also where Becca was dumped, then found. She was hesitant to open the door back into the room she was tortured in. She just didn't feel the same after what happened. She wanted to get back at Vince but, now she couldn't. She pushed open the door to see the usual tools, and planks of wood. Not much had been finished in here. She heard a slight grunt from the back room. She froze instantly, then she heard it again. She took a deep breath and slowly made her way to the back room, and peered around the hinge of the door; Vince was tied up, and left squirming on the ground. A thick piece of tape over his mouth, brown and quite rough looking rope tied tightly around the jean material of his ankles, and the cotton of his grey sweat-jacket. He was tied so tightly that, it was almost a little disturbing to watch but, Clementine entered the room, and grinned devilishly down at him. Suddenly, all those bottled up feelings she had before began quickly returning.

"I see you've met our friend here." Bill stated loudly as he entered with Troy forcing Bonnie into the room, she was bound by her arms before being sat down in the chair Clementine was tortured in.

Troy quickly began tying her legs to the chair.

"Please! I didn't do it! Tell them, Clementine! I didn't kill anyone, I swear it on my life!" Bonnie pleaded, her breaths quick and frantic as she squirmed endlessly.

Vince's eyes widened as he rolled and squirmed on the ground, caught, and defenseless; like an animal. Before long, Bonnie was bound to the chair by ropes around her waist, and ankles. A think grey piece of tape was quickly placed over her mouth during her ceaseless pleas. Bill approached Vince, sat him up, and ripped the tape from his mouth. It didn't affect him pain-wise, he simply got straight to the point,

"Let her go! Okay? It wasn't her, it was me, I confess! Now let her go!" He demanded.

Troy dropped what appeared to be a rolled up cotton fabric of some kind in front of Clementine. Maybe a quilt?

"What's that?" She asked as she looked down at it.

"That's your arsenal, now make this entertaining, will ya?"

Clementine stared at the roll before bending down and pushing it to the right; it unrolled into five feet of various surgical knives, blunt objects, hooks, ice picks, pliers, BBQ lighters, and scissors.

"NO! Clementine! You don't need to do this!" Vince told her.

The sound of his voice only fueled her anger. She picked up a pair of scissors and approached Bonnie, she took position behind the chair, and began snipping off huge chunks of her hair. Before long, Bonnie had nothing but, an unevenly cut boyishly short haircut.

"Uh, is that it?" Troy asked.

"Just give me a second." She replied.

Clementine made her way back to the tools and picked up a half a foot-long surgical knife. She took position behind the chair once more and pulled it back, slamming onto the ground. Bonnie was shaking, and crying as she stared up at the knife in Clementine's hand. She bent down, and placed the knife on it side against the top of her forehead. She dug into her skin, instantly causing Bonnie to spasm. Clementine cut down, slicing flesh from skull, each cut making Bonnie scream through the tape. Before long, Clementine cut a good chuck of flesh with plenty of her ginger hair attached to it off. She held it up and tossed it, it splattered on the floor. Vince appeared enraged, and disgusted, unable to do anything.

"Fuck, man! She totally just scalped that bitch! I think I'm gonna be sick..." Troy stated, surprised and disgusted himself.

"Mind getting her up for me?" Clementine requested as she bent down in front of her tools once more.

Bill and Troy did as she asked, the chair creaked before finally being returned to four legs. Clementine returned to Bonnie with one of the BBQ cookers in hand. Blood dripped down Bonnie's face as she trembled in pain. Bright red was all you could see on the top of her head. Clementine pressed the trigger on the burner and brought it up to Bonnie's scalped area, she began cauterizing her work. Bonnie cringed and shook, all as she tried moving her head away but, to no avail. Eventually Clementine managed to burn the entire wound. She sure was glad she wasn't in Bonnie's shoes right now.

"What do you think, Vince? You think she did it? This might just get some answers out of her." Clementine taunted.

"Just... just stop... KILL HER ALREADY!" He pleaded.

Clementine grinned and picked up a pair of pliers. "Mind giving me a hand?"

Bill and Troy approached, "What do you need?"

"One of her hands please."

"But, of course, my dear."

Troy held her left arm while Bill cut the ropes to release her right arm. Once freed, he forced it forward, despite her efforts to fight him off. Clementine took the pliers and gripped the nail of Bonnie's index finger before quickly forcing it upward; nail separated from flesh, and blood dripped from her finger. Bonnie vibrated from the pain, she held her eyes shut tightly as tears forced their way out. Clementine gripped her middle finger before forcing that nail up and off as well. The crunching/cracking sound could make anyone cringe.

"Won't have to worry about nail polish anymore, Bonnie." Troy said.

Clementine dropped the pliers and returned to her her tools. Bill, and Troy worked to tie her back up, despite the pain in her fingers. Clementine returned once more with a small knife, maybe two inches in blade-length.

"Hold her still for me." She requested.

Troy put Bonnie in a light choke hold, "How's this?"

"Perfect." She said.

Clementine placed her left thumb on Bonnie's lower eye lid, and her index finger pointed to the ceiling. Bonnie's eyes moved frantically in all directions. She pressed the knife into her eye and dug upward, and around the eye, blood began dripping out from her socket, and down the blade. Bonnie struggled and shook and cried as she endured intense pain. After half a minute, Clementine managed to pop the eye out, though, the eye was badly mutilated, it still managed to look somewhat round. It hung from the optic nerve about an inch or two down. Clem quickly sliced the nerve and held the damaged eye up to Vince before tossing it.

"And you think, this girl didn't kill Becca..." Vince stated.

Bonnie passed out, her other eye shut now.

"Should I?" Clementine asked.

"Yeah, go ahead and uh, lobotomize her." Bill consented.

Clementine placed the knife inside of her empty eye socket and jabbed upward. Bonnie exhaled, before growing still. Vince hung his head from where he sat and was forced to watch.

"You monsters..." Vince said, before beginning to lightly sob.

Bill patted Clementine on the back, "Thank you, Clementine. Now, go on back into the warehouse and get yourself cleaned up."

There was blood on her hands and sleeves. She strolled out from the back room, and approached the door back outside. She felt, different as she walked over to the door leading into the warehouse. She stopped, and stood where Becca was dumped, a faint bit of blood stained to the ground; could it be hers? A smile formed on Clementine's face, she felt joy like she hadn't in a long time. Whatever was gone was back now, and whatever it was, it was here to stay.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading. This was an, interesting chapter. Right? Right. Thanks for reading. I love you guys.