Luke- He reminded her a lot of Lee, on the bridge and on the ski lodge he was always very protective of her, he was like the older brother she never had, yet as of late Clementine had started to grow tired of his constant arguments with Kenny and rather than defend the group he was busy "doing things" with Jane, that made Clementine uncomfortable. She liked the idea of people being in love kissing like her parents used too, whatever Luke and Jane were doing was something different that she didn't fully understand as of yet.

After Jane left, Luke began to crack, she could see with his outburst (which had the first time she heard him that angry) ever since then all he did was complain about the situation or argue with Kenny. Yet Clementine couldn't help but notice that his "best friend" of twenty years had died and he seemed to care more about a woman he just met than he did Nick. Was Luke really Nick's friend? Was he really her "friend?"

The man she had grown to like so much during her first days with him was the first to fall, Clementine was standing right beside him when the tattooed man's bullet's ripped through his torso, warming Clementine's face with hot droplets of his blood. Clementine heard him grunt in pain and fire back at the man, from where she was shielded behind Luke the tattooed man fell into a motionless heap. Yet Luke bent and fell also, he tried (and failed) to stop the fountain of blood spurting from several red holes in his orange shirt.

He fell on his knees as the first casualty of Clementine's group his blood stained the pure white surface of the snow a blackening crimson colour, although he may have rubbed on her the wrong way lately she still felt a small tear slide down her face as Luke's kindly brown orbs gazed at her one last time. He tried to murmur something that sounded like "...orry... id" but now blood was pumping from his mouth too, as he fell motionless on the floor, his brown eyes still gazing at the overcast sky.

"I'm sorry too Luke" she found herself sobbing.

From around her gunshots were firing, screams and grunts of pain encompassed her range of hearing, yet as she looked up only a new rage ignited in her empty gut, as she saw Arvo pull a shaky gun on her. He hesitated to shoot and that was his downfall.

Clementine fired at him twice, he wasn't the one to kill Luke directly but his blatant lie had lead to all this. She realised being a nice person meant nothing anymore. Her last burden of optimism died in the form of a sweet but naive 15 year old girl called Sarah, who she left behind to die at a trailer park in order to save herself. In another life her and Sarah could have been "friends" the girl never intended to hurt anybody but she had "ceased to function".

Like Jane said there was no point dragging people like that through hell, Arvo was weak, he had lied and was now cowering in fear, afraid to shoot a little girl. With his leg brace Clementine could only hazard a guess on how he had survived this long, yet as the two bullets pierced his skull, Clementine had no regrets on killing him.

Instead the guilt ate away at her for another reason.

She should have shot him earlier, then none of this would have happened, he wouldn't have let the bandits to them. She should have convinced Jane to shoot him, or done it herself. Why didn't she? She should have known from the moment she left Sarah behind that she was no longer the child once was, yet her guilt at Sarah had caused her so much silent guilt that she had too go and use up her remaining scarps of generosity to help a twitchy stranger.

Wrong call. Just like Omid she had screwed up and Luke had paid the price.

Lee, Omid, Luke... the list could go on "People die because of me" she had warned Luke weeks back and wasn't that true?

She turned to deal with the rest of the bandits only to find them all lying dead in the shrubs, yet two of her group had also fallen in the fray.

Mike- Was a nice guy, she found herself growing to like the kindly and strong man more and more and she wanted to know him better.

Bonnie- Clementine despised her at first and then slowly but surely the kindly southern redhead woman earned her way into Clementine's good books. She was level headed and someone Clementine was starting to rely on and most importantly trust. (She had told Bonnie about Luke and Bonnie had been open with her)

Bonnie and Mike, two more names added to the list of people Clementine had killed.

They lay there, bled out, eyes wide, taken out but taking the bandits out with them, Clementine felt the harsh winds freeze the tears on her face as the weight of the dead began to pile on her shoulders. She thought she was cutting off all restraints and becoming stronger with each passing, yet more people weighed on her conscious just making her want to cry and hug...

No. Lee was gone.

She stood there overwhelmed, she could almost see Pete's phantom form emerge from the snow coated trees announcing to her this was "FUBAR" but Pete wouldn't come, only the whistling wind and the panicked cries of the baby along with the silence of the dead.

She was surrounded by the corpses of her friends.

She was unscathed, which was the worst agony she could possibly suffer.

Kenny stood, not tall, he had one hand covering a wound near his thigh as his back was bent in fatigue and pain, yet remarkably he was alive. "He really is lucky" Clementine thought gladly only wishing that Lee could have been the same "Please be lucky" she had begged of him, "Yet that made no difference in the end" Clementine thought bitterly.

The Floridian man turned to the bodies on the ground and muttered "Shit" in frustration, Clementine could only stare blankly, afraid to say anything in case he would snap at her again and considering he was the only adult left she dare not upset or antagonize him now. She could only stare, hoping he would say something comforting to her.

A few seconds passed that felt like geological age to Clementine, eventually Kenny sighed and he was drawn towards the baby's cries, tenderly he used the arm that wasn't covering his wound to lift the squealing baby from his mother's mangled body. "It's okay, It's okay" he told the baby softly as he rocked it side to side trying to subside it's walker drawing cries.

"Kenny, what are we...?" Clementine began timidly.

"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP CLEMENTINE!" Kenny exploded shattering the cold air around them.

Clementine was stunned to reply, as Kenny turned to face her, his face warped in fury.

"YOU GOT EVERYONE HERE KILLED BECAUSE YOU STOLE THAT GUY'S PILLS...!" He bellowed

"I didn't..." Clementine began meekly.

"Just shut up I can't even look at you, If Lee did what was right he'd have left you to die with that stranger" He hissed at her.

There was no remorse, no apology, no look of shock on his face as he turned away from Clementine, marching away with the baby in his arms she swore he heard him mutter to the infant "C'mon Duck..."

She was going to be left behind, with no emotion she pulled the screwdriver Jane had given her and (without looking at their faces) impaled her friends skulls to ensure they wouldn't be coming back as walkers. It was the very least she could do for them now.

Yet as she walked onwards with Kenny and the baby through the increasing winds and thickening snow on the ground, what Kenny had said to her... Rebecca, Luke, Bonnie and Mike, four friends gone in minutes...

She was cracking, for the first time in almost 2 years she wept her heart out.

Trying hard to follow an indifferent Kenny into a hell she no longer wanted to be dragged through.