A/N: Thanks for all the reviews so far guys and keep them coming! I really love hearing your opinions on this story!
obsessed naruhina fangirl- These opening four chapters are built up to show what could happen and yeah it's kinda sad but I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint as Clementine's story is far from over.
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Onwards this goes, this is probably an unusual place for Clementine to start over but I have big plans in mind as the first two episodes sat well with me, but in episodes 3 and 4 is where the problem began... so here it goes I hope you like it!
The final thing she felt was the pain throbbing through her stomach.
The first thing she felt was the pain throbbing through her stomach.
Clementine's sparkling hazel eyes fluttered open, the fields of snow were gone, Lee's face was gone instead she was looking at the beady cruel black eyes of Troy.
Troy?
For a moment Clementine couldn't speak, her eyes gazing at her surroundings within two seconds she came to the conclusion that she back in her bed, in the pen in Howard's hardware... but how...?
"Get up" Troy snapped once again, irritated by the 11 year old's frosty silence, he would not stand for that sort of disobedience from a puny little bitch with a stinking attitude.
Clementine realised the pain in her stomach was merely Troy kicking it to get her awake, bad but not on the scale of having it ripped open, she raised her head slowly barely able to believe what had happened to her. Had it all been a dream? She turned to Troy and repeated the words she spat at him last time.
"Don't kick me" she snapped in the face of the rifle he had trained on her face.
"Get up, Bill's wants to have a word" he replied smugly as he did the first time.
Clementine didn't want to believe it, she was dead, or in heaven or something... yet she doubted any God could be cruel enough to stick her in a heaven with Troy of all people and Troy wasn't looking like any sort of cherub either, he was still wearing the same scowling face and still retained his status as an "asshole" he had been the first time.
To explore further she got from her steel like bunk and looked towards the shutter just as it opened as Carver walked out.
Carver.
Clementine shouldn't have done, she really shouldn't have done, but she couldn't help it, she was happy Carver was alive, hell she was even glad to see Troy's face again.
"Have I really sunk to this?" She thought to herself as she walked across the stone floor towards him. Had she really gotten that worked up over a stupid dream to believe she would actually anticipate seeing Carver and Troy again? Had the her dream descend into such depths that...
No, it was no dream.
She wanted to dismiss it as a dream, but there was simply no way she dreamed up what occurred in the next few days and remember every detail, she felt the physical pain, she knew what it was like to have her stomach ripped open. She knew the pain of being alone when everyone else was dead, she knew the effects of hypothermia first hand.
She knew what it was like to lose the will to live.
She shuddered before realising that her blue jacket wasn't on her, her dirty purple shirt stretched across her torso as the faint cold winds still made her shiver slightly, yet she still felt very strange without the familiar comfy coat draped over her shoulders, she felt like she had been wearing it for years.
Yet here she was. It wasn't here yet, it wasn't...
Her train of thought on her jacket was jammed as she realised (just before she sighted them) that if her jacket wasn't here and Troy and Carver were alive then surely...
Her eyes rested on Kenny first who was stood by Sarita, both of them looked tall and strong. Kenny with both eyes still intact and Sarita gazing calmly ahead of her, the haunting images of them being ripped apart still lingered in her memory making her gasp slightly before she moved towards them a warm sense of relief crashing through her being.
She also spotted several more of her friends, Rebecca, still heavily pregnant bathed in her bright blue shirt, her face filled with a healthy dark tinge rather than the pale and gaunt face that gazed back up at her as a walker. Yet her thin eyebrows were furrowed downwards in anger as she shot daggers at Carver, no doubt over Alvin's death back at the ski-resort.
Nick was there with his cap perched on his head, Clementine remembered seeing how messy and greasy his hair was underneath his cap when she had to bash his brains out, strangely enough she would have liked to see him like that when he was alive too, as his strong blue eyes were locked upon Carver a neutral expression on his face, which was certainly better than seeing him as a walker stuck to a fence like a fly on Velcro.
Reggie was still alive, beaming shyly at Carver, Clementine remembered (with a heavy heart) that this was his last day alive.
Or was it?
Carlos watched Carver with a calm expression, and next to him was none other than the friendly faced Sarah, she took her place next to her in the line next to Sarah as Carver began his speech in an identical manner than he had done the first time...
"...Reggie you're almost back in, keep following the path and we'll welcome you back with open arms..." Carver was saying to Reggie who was wearing the expression of an overexcited schoolboy.
"How did you sleep?" Sarah asked Clementine suddenly, Carver shot a glare their way, obviously silencing Sarah, however the second he turned away Clementine realised she had to shut her up for her own sake to avoid the smack she was about to receive (and possibly saving Reggie in the process)
"Just shut up Sarah" Clementine hissed at her, it was safe to say she had not had a very good night's sleep.
"Well you don't have to been mean about it..." Sarah whined a little too loudly with a hurt expression on her face, Clementine still couldn't get her head around her situation or how she was back here so when Carver bellowed "CARLOS!" she didn't jump like everyone else did as she expected that response from him and she knew what was coming.
"... your daughter seems in need of correcting..."
Sarah's meek and stuttering apology to Carver wasn't going to "cut it" so Clementine had to watch (once again) as Carlos had to smack his own daughter across the face as she tumbled violently to the floor, sobbing heavily and holding her swollen cheek.
Clementine was too busy thinking, (although her eyes were trained onto the scene) she would have to try and change events, she didn't know how she had been sent back. Had her final request to Lee's photo "Take me back" actually had an effect? Did she have a dream that saw the future? She knew she'd never have an answer to as why or how.
What mattered is that she acted on what she knew, she had a leaflet in her mind on what was going to happen in the next few days, if she wanted to avoid her own end among all of her friends she had to act correctly. But what could she do?
Before she knew it, Tavia was in front of her "You're in the armoury, follow me" she instructed coldly, following the chubby woman Clementine had barely taken three steps before a pile of soil suddenly exploded by her feet, as she looked up in shock finding Jane looking back down at her.
She forgot about this occurring in fact she forgot about Jane, maybe this time she could get Jane to stick around. Jane was a much needed member of the group even if the lone wolf didn't realise it, Clementine knew she would have to keep her close at hand.
But how? How was she avoid the deaths to follow? Sarah was still sobbing on the floor, bruised and traumatized just as she was beforehand. How would she get them both to do enough work in the greenhouse now to save Reggie?
The questions weighed on her mind, as Tavia shouted "Clementine!" sharply, with no other choice Clementine ran forward ready to make things right.
This was her miracle, her second chance, she wasn't going to screw this up.