Clementine Alone Chapter 3, a walking dead fanfic

The cold wind whistled through the trees as Clementine tried to keep the fire strong. However, her attempts were in vain. The wood was too wet to burn. The area was left soaked after a recent rainstorm, and it didn't help that it was nighttime. She poked the fire with a stick to keep it lit. She huffed and looked up to the dark forest. It seemed like she was hitting a wall. She had no idea where she was and how close she was to Wellington.

She got up and sat down on a log. She watched the dying embers of the fire burn out as she thought of all of her experiences. Everything she has done. All the people she has met and the few that have died for her, they were the only thing that she could think about anymore. She looked down to her worn out clothes and sighed. She had to wear clothes that would protect her rather than choosing clothes that were appealing to her. She wore a purple hooded sweatshirt, a pair of cargo pants, and a pair of athletic shoes. "This is what life is like." Clementine said to herself. She couldn't help but be depressed over what had happened during the last couple of years.

She was getting close to Wellington, but it still felt so far away. She had spent so much time trying to find the strength to get Wellington. However, she didn't think of what she would do once she was up there. She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a twig snap. Clementine gasped and she stood up. She looked around the dark forest, but she couldn't find what had broken the twig. She pulled out her hatchet and waited for a couple seconds. She looked around the area one last time until she could hear the moans of a walker.

The undead creature came out from behind a tree and had its arms extended out. It limped toward her with a satisfied snarl. Clementine looked around and noticed that there was movement behind the walker. She ran to the walker and hacked at its leg. The creature fell to the ground and Clementine delivered a quick slash to its head. She pulled the hatchet out of the walker's skull and noticed that more and more walkers were heading towards her. She wondered why there were so many walkers. The fire wasn't that noticeable, and the area had been rather quiet for the whole evening. It was possible that someone was using the walkers to attack her or the limping terrors were part of a herd that happened to be passing through the area.

Clementine hacked at a shorter walker and the creature fell down. She tried to yank the hatchet out of the walker's skull, but the weapon had become dull and was stuck. She jumped back as a walker lunged for her. She ran over and grabbed her backpack as another walker tried to grab her. She weaved away from the walker and she started to run from the herd. However, a couple of walkers blocked her path.

Clementine backed away, and she looked around for another escape. However, there was none to be seen. The walkers had surrounded her and were only getting closer. She looked behind and saw a small opening in the walkers' approach. She ran over to the opening and slid through it. Somehow, none of the walkers grabbed her. She got up and ran away from the gathering herd. Several minutes passed until she found an abandoned camp. She huffed for a couple of seconds before she looked inside a van. It was rusted, but if the side door could close; she could hide inside. She got inside and grunted as she forced the side door to close. The door groaned and shrieked as Clementine struggled to close it. However, she finally managed to shut the door. She huffed and looked out the window to the dark forest. She had more time to think to herself, but she was rather hungry. She would have to find food in the abandoned camp in the morning.

Clementine's eyes fluttered open and she sat upright upon seeing that there was light outside. She got up and maneuvered her way to the passenger seat of the van before exiting it. Outside she noticed that the abandoned camp was torn apart. She didn't notice its state last night since she was trying to get away from a herd of walkers and it was dark. There were empty cans, pots, and other debris scattered throughout the camp along with a couple of tents. One was in a shattered mess and the other was burnt to ashes. Clementine continued to look around until she heard something moving in the bushes. "Not again." Clementine muttered. She pulled out a knife from one of her pockets and she opened the blade up. She didn't want a repeat of last night.

Suddenly, a dog popped out of the bushes. Clementine breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the dog, but her relief soon became uneasiness. The dog showed its teeth and growled at the girl. "It's okay, boy. As long as you don't attack me, I won't attack you." Clementine said. The dog didn't advance toward her, but it didn't back down either. Clementine knew why. The dog must have been intimidated by the knife in her possession.

Clementine looked to the knife, but she was hesitant to close it up. If she closed up the knife, then the dog could run up and attack her. Either way, the stalemate had the potential of lasting for a long time; time that Clementine didn't have. Clementine released a sigh and she closed up the blade on her pocket knife. The dog relaxed upon seeing her action. "I'm trusting you to not attack me, okay?" Clementine said to the dog. The dog barked in response, and Clementine started to look around the camp for food. She could hear her stomach growl as she searched. She had to find something to eat even if it wasn't a large amount of food.

She had exhausted every area in the camp in her search for food, except one. However, she wouldn't think that the garbage can would have anything edible inside. Clementine released a sigh and said, "Alright. It's all I got left." She pulled up the sleeves of her sweatshirt and searched inside the trash. She cringed a bit as she continued her search. It was disgusting, but it wasn't the worst thing she has ever done. Finally, her search ended when she felt something metallic and it had a cylinder shape. She pulled it out of the trash and a smile formed on her lips. "Yes. Thank you." The can had some weight to it which meant that there was something inside. Plus, it remained intact. She took the can over to a nearby log and started to open it with her pocket knife.

She jabbed the knife into the weak aluminum lid and tried to cut it off. She pulled the blade back and did another cut. She could see the contents inside. It wasn't spoiled, and it actually gave off a sweet aroma. Clementine made one last cut before she could pull the lid off. She breathed out a sigh of relief and poured some of the beans into her hand. She ate a few handfuls of the food until the dog approached her. It showed her a set of sad eyes that looked to the food. Clementine sighed and said, "Alright." She poured some beans in her hands and offered it to the dog.

The dog gulped the beans down in one bite before it snapped the can out of Clementine's hand. "Hey!" The girl exclaimed as the dog ate from the can. "Don't eat it all." Clementine said as she grabbed the can. The dog looked to her with a vicious stare and it showed its teeth again. It clamped down on her arm with its teeth and pulled her to the ground. Clementine yelled out in fear and surprised until she hit the ground. She looked up to see the dog lunge for her, but she brought her arm up to defend herself. Clementine yelped in pain as the dog bit down on her arm. She looked around to see where her knife had went to and saw that it was in arm's reach. Clementine extended her arm out and grabbed the knife. She slashed at the dog's nose which force the canine to withdraw for a second.

However, the dog wasn't done with her. It must have had a taste of human flesh, and it wanted more. The dog lunged for Clementine again, but the girl was able to kick the dog away with her leg. She scrambled backwards and used a tree to help her stand up again. "Sheesh." Clementine muttered. She could hear the dog whimpering and gasping for air. Clementine walked over to the dog and saw that it was impaled by two tent poles from the shattered tent. The dog was kicking and whimpering in pain in a hopeless attempt to be freed from the poles.

Clementine huffed and said, "You deserve that." She looked to the dog with a scowl before she walked off. "Stupid dog." Clementine muttered as she nursed her bitten arm with her other arm. The pain was searing, and without much food in her body, it would only be a matter of time till death would claim her. However, she had one chance to save herself. Her backpack had medical supplies inside, but she didn't know what she had inside of her backpack.

She went to the van as the dog whimpered. Clementine didn't shutter. The dog attacked her, after all. She only acted in self-defense. She went inside the van and got into the back of the vehicle. She looked around in her backpack and was thankful to find that she had bandages, a needle, some thread, and disinfectant. She pulled out each item and laid them in front of her. "This is going to suck." Clementine said.

She took off cap to the bottle of disinfectant and she grabbed the disinfectant. She breathed out heavy breaths and readied herself for the pain. "You're going to be fine. You're going to be fine." Clementine said to herself. She poured some of the disinfectant on her wound and she cried out in pain. She hissed in pain as she placed the disinfectant on the van floor.

Clementine huffed before she looked to the thread and needle. "Okay… I can do this." Clementine said. She took the thread, and after a couple of attempts, she pulled it through the needle. She wrapped a knot at the end of the needle and placed the needle near her skin. Once again, she readied herself for the pain, but this time would be different. This time would be more painful.

Clementine took in a deep breath before she pushed the needle through her arm. She gasped and cried out in pain. After she calmed herself, she huffed and tears started to form in her eyes. She pulled the needle through despite the pain. She tried to calm herself down as she continued to sew up her arm. The pain was unrivaled to anything she had ever experienced. However, she was thankful that the worst part of cleaning the wound was almost over. More agony and pained screams came from the girl until finally she was finished. Her arm felt like it was on fire. She took her pocket knife and sliced the thread and needle off. "Glad that's over." Clementine huffed.

She took the bandages and wrapped them around her arm. The searing pain remained in her arm. She finished wrapping her arm and place all of her belongings in her backpack with her one good arm. She didn't want to use her injured arm since she didn't want it to become irritated. She then laid down again and said, "Well Lee. It hasn't been easy, but I'm alive. I guess that's all that counts, right?" She wanted to rest and call it a day, but she knew that she had to keep going. She grunted as she sat upright. She grabbed her backpack and exited the van. She started to head out of the camp, but she looked over to the dog. The animal was dead. Clementine used to like animals but not anymore. Ever since the walkers came, animals were either food or a hazard. She headed deeper into the forest in hopes of finding food, water, and maybe even shelter.

Clementine's eyes widened when she saw the cabin. Perhaps, it could be exactly what she was looking for. The cabin was rather big. It stuck out like a sore thumb as opposed to the forests surrounding it.

Clementine approached the cabin, but she knew better than to be wrapped up in the excitement of a big find. It was never easy. There had to have been a catch. She approached the building with her eyes darting in every direction. Suddenly, something caught her eye. It was a man armed with a hunting rifle. He raised the gun up and Clementine darted away from the cabin. She heard a shot fire and the bullet was heard hitting a tree. "Get the f*** back here!" The man hissed.

Clementine chose to ignore his command. She went into the forest and hid behind a bush. She huffed for a second before she took her backpack off. She pulled out her handgun and waited for the man to enter the forest. She waited for the man approach while also catching her breath. Soon enough, she could hear footsteps rushing to where she was at. "Where the f*** are you at?" The man hissed.

"Nick!" Another man could be heard. "Slow down. You probably scared the poor kid half to death."

"Hey, that little shit got too close for comfort!" The man, Nick, exclaimed.

"And you think shooting at her is going to solve anything? Dammit boy. You probably woke up every lurker in this forest." The other man said.

"What did you want me to do, Pete?" Nick inquired.

"I wanted you to use your head and come get me and Luke." The man, Pete, explained.

"Whatever…" Nick muttered.

Clementine looked around to see if there was an opening. The two men were still busy arguing with one another. She could still slip by. She was about to make her move, but someone grabbed her from behind and began to choke her. She thrashed in the person's grip as the person grunted. "It's alright. Stop struggling. We aren't going to hurt you." A man said. Clementine's strength was fading and she struggled to maintain consciousness. Her vision became blurry and all she could see was the trees and grass before she lost consciousness.

…To be continued.

A/N: Haha… I remembered that you guys love my cliffhangers.