I watched as the group brought her into the cabin. The red-head looked over his shoulder, seemed to be staring at me in particular, and then walked with Clementine by his side. I still didn't know most of their names.
"Are you hungry?" the big black man walks up to me. "I'm Alvin by the way. My wife is Rebecca. You'll get to know us all when you're with us longer." He grinned. "Yeah. I'm starving. Thanks." I murmur. He walks inside, indicating me to follow him.
Inside the cabin was Clementine sitting at the table eating what looked like mush, but I could care less what I eat, because I was hollow inside. Across from her was the red-head. As I catch what he was saying, I notice he had a pretty thick southern accent, unlike me. I came all the way from Michigan.
"Here. You can sit at the table with Luke and Clementine." Alvin remarks. "Okay, thanks," I say, and he puts the bowl right next to the red-head, Luke.
This will be awkward as fuck.
I sit down without hurrying, and stare at my food, picking up the spoon vigilantly. I could just feel his eyes watching me. Feel that peculiar look. I couldn't take it anymore.
I flashed my eyes right back at him. He looked away as quick as lightning, and gazed at Clementine. I picked up the spoon lengthy, and put the food in my mouth, feeling the toasty, doughy, tasty meal land on the base of my tongue. I haven't eaten this great of food in a long time, even though I was uncertain of what it was.
"So, uh...What happened to you're parents? If you don't mind me asking." Says Luke, gaping at Clementine. My eyes broaden for a minute, but then goes back to there usual place. I place my spoon down at look up at Clementine, waiting for what she was going to say next.
She couldn't possibly be on her own. There was no way. Her parents had to be around some where. Or someone had to be around to look after her. Right?
"I mean, I assume what happened to them is what happened to just about everyone's parents." Luke recalls.
"It's fine. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to." I look at her, her eyes glimmering.
"Other people took care of me. If that's what you're asking. I just tried to stay with good people and not to anything dumb. My parents went on vacation and left me with a babysitter and they never came back. We went to Savannah to find them...But they were already dead." She explains.
"This man...Found me and took care of me. We met up with other survivors and we all tried to make it. But it didn't work...His name was Lee. He taught me how to survive. He taught me how to shoot a gun."
I bring my knees up to my chest and hug them. This was actually getting depressing in here, especially because she was a little girl.
"What uh...Happened to him?" Luke asks.
I glare at him with a dirty looks. He glares back and shrugs.
"The same thing that happens to everyone. But he saved me, first. Lots of times." She explains.
I couldn't even speak at that moment. I was getting too choked up, my eyes nearly coming to tears.
"Well, sounds like he was a real good guy." States Luke.
"Yeah. He was." Clementine throws on a miniature smirk. I could see it in her fearless, lemon eyes. It made me feel pleased about her, even though I knew her scarcely. And that's when I felt the tears coming.
I get up, speechless, and put my bowl in the sink.
Who was this girl? And how did I feel a communication between us?