Thanks so much gaara king of the sand for all the help!
Clementine had made up her mind, it wasn't safe. She had to leave. Hopefully things would get sorted out and she could come back home in a few days, but she needed to find somewhere else to go until then.
She looked around the house for a spare bag, as hers was in her room, and there was no way she was going back in there. Not while Sandra was wanting to rip her face off.
Once she found a bag she took it, she walked around the house and begin to stuff it full of anything she might need, including a flashlight, a handful of batteries, a sleeping bag, a few changes of clothing and some personal hygiene products, as well as a lighter, a box of matches, and many other items. She thought on anything she was forgetting. She made her way to the kitchen, filling the bag with many non-cook meals. Food and water were her main concern, and she made sure to pocket some prepackaged trail rations and throw in a few cans and snacks, as well as water bottles into the backpack.
While in the kitchen she dug in a draw, pulling out two walkie talkies. She stared at them for a while, remembering all the conversations she would have with her parents. It was as if her eyes were attached to the devices by a sentimental feeling of sadness.
She quickly stuffed them into the bag and kept moving. She walked into the living room and looked for anything worth value. She picked up her father's hat, she remembered when she was younger she'd wear that thing everytime her parents left. But as she got older, Sandra had told her it was stupid to cover up her hair. She didn't care if she looked stupid, if her parents were gone, it was all she had left of them. She placed the hat on her head.
She wondered if her parents were okay. It had sounded like they were in trouble.
She glanced around the room, eyes falling on a family portrait. She looked at it for a moment, deciding she couldn't leave it behind. She shoved it into her backpack and made her way for the back door.
She walked out of the house, heart heavy. As she shut the door she took a moment to think about how this might be the last time she sees her home for a while. She felt homesick already, but she couldn't go back there. Not now at least.
Clementine swallowed and put on a brave face. "Relax, Clem." She told herself. "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade..." She sighed, "This is some sour lemonade."
She quickly pulled herself together and started walking towards the front of the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible.
As soon as she reached the front yard Clementine let out a started yelp as a bullet whistled past her ear.
She immediately ducked down.
"I found the bastard!" A voice yelled out.
Clementine took note that whoever was shooting at her had amazing aim, as they shot again, nearly hitting her.
She thought for a moment she was going to die.
"Stay down! Georgia state patrol!" The same voice called.
"Dude it's not going to listen to that!" Came a younger sounding voice.
"Don't shoot me!" Clementine suddenly cried out, standing up and raising her hands in a nonthreatening manner.
The two approached her slowly, one of them a cop dressed in uniform and holding his gun at ready.
The two men looked at her in disbelief. "Jesus Christ, it's a kid."
The officer lowered his gun, "I thought you were one of those things."
"We're sorry about that." The other man said gently to the terrified teen. "Well, Andre's sorry about that."
Clementine gave a quick nod.
"It's officer Mitchell." Andre said.
They walked closer to the girl.
"My name's Shawn. Shawn Greene, this is Andre." The younger boy introduced.
"Officer Mitchell." The officer repeated.
"Hi...I'm Clementine." Clementine greeted.
"Did you see any of those things?" Shawn asked. "One of them just got our buddy Chet."
"I saw them earlier, from my window." Clementine explained.
"You did?" Shawn asked.
"They were...e-eating someone." The girl whimpered.
"God..." Shawn looked horrified by the news.
"And there's one...in my house." Clementine said.
"No kidding?" Andre asked.
"My friend...The crazy people got her." Clementine said.
"Shit..." Andrea swore, "The one we're looking for is still in the neighborhood."
Clementine nervously looked around at that.
Shawn noticed her nervousness and asked, "Where are your parents?"
"They're not here. They're in Savannah." Clementine responded.
"Savannah, that's a ways away." Andre said.
"Yeah..." Clementine muttered.
"Hey, look, what do you say you come back with us. I'll take you to my family's farm." Shawn offered. "It's not safe to be out here alone."
"Okay..." The girl agreed.
Suddenly their attention was attracted by a growl and they turned to see walkers heading toward them.
"Oh shit! It's Chet!" Shawn announced.
Andre pulled out his gun, "LET'S GO! GET INTO MY CAR!" The officer ordered. "Go!"
Clementine and Shawn quickly ran towards the car, jumping inside.
"Come on, Andre!" Shawn yellled.
Andre lowered his gun, unable to pull the trigger when it came to his friend. He whipped around and ran towards his car.
Throwing the door open, he got into the driver's seat. He quickly shoved the key into the ignition, starting the car immediately.
They sped pass the walkers and off into the night.
The drive to the farm was a quiet and depressing one. No one knew what to say, and the silence spoke enough for them.
Clementine couldn't be more than happy to get out of the car as the silence made her anxious.
"You okay, little missy?" Andre asked in a concerned voice.
"Yes, sir." Clementine quietly responded.
"Alright. If you insist." The officer replied, he looked to Shawn, "Say hi to your dad for me."
"Yeah." Shawn muttered in response.
"I'm sorry, Shawn. Chet was a good dude." Andre sighed.
"One of the best." Shawn said gently.
"Take care you two." Andre nodded toward the pair before driving off.
"I'm sorry about your friend." Clementine said to Shawn.
Shawn looked away, putting on a sullen look. "Come on, kid."
Clementine followed after him.
The two made it onto the porch and Shawn finally looked to the teen. "You hungry?"
"Yes." Clementine admit.
"I'll get you something to eat. I know it's late." Shawn mumbled.
"Thank you." Clementine replied.
"Don't mention it, and here," He reached out a hand, "Let me take that bag."
"Huh?"
"Your bag, it looks heavy." Shawn pointed out.
Clementine tried to refuse, "It's okay, I can- Oh..."
Shawn ignored her protest and took the bag.
Clementine was actually a bit relieved to have the weight of the bag taken from her. "T-Thank you."
Suddenly the front door opened and an older man came out.
Both Clementine and Shawn turned to look at the man.
"Thank God you're okay." The man said.
Shawn pulled him into a hug. "I was worried it'd be bad here too."
"Been quiet as usual the past couple days." The man replied. "Old breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame, but that ain't nothing new."
"I ran into Andre outside of Atlanta...and uh, Chet..." Shawn lowered his head a bit as he mentioned his friend. "He got killed." He said sadly.
"No?!" The old man gasped. "You're kidding?"
Shawn narrowed his eyes. "Those "things" got him." He practically snapped. "Dad, I don't know what's going on."
"I'm so sorry, Shawn." The man apologized.
Clementine was feeling as if she was intruding. She shifted from foot to foot.
Finally, the man turned to look at her. "I see you brought a guest."
"Yeah, this is Clementine. Her parents are in Savannah." Shawn explained.
"Pleasure to meet you, Clementine." Hershel said.
"Same to you, sir." Clementine replied.
"You don't have to call me, sir. I'm not that old."
Clementine didn't respond. Instead she offered him a tiny smile.
"Shawn, run on in and check on your sister." The man said.
Shawn gave a nod and went to do as the man, who Clementine assumed was his father, told.
"I'm Hershel Greene." The old man introduced himself. "What do you say, you come inside and get something to eat?"
Clementine smiled, "I'd appreciate it."
"Alright, sweetheart." Hershel motioned her into the house. "Suppers done for the night, but I'm sure you could use something, get your mind off this craziness."
"Yes...Thank you."
The two of them walked into the house and Hershel led Clementine into a dining room area. Clementine looked around, taking in the beauty of the place.
"Your house looks nice." She said."
"I appreciate that." Hershel said. "Go on and take a seat."
Clementine did so and watched as the man started to move around the kitchen.
"So how old are you, darling?" Hershel questioned.
"I'm fifth-teen." Clementine replied.
"Sophomore?" Hershel asked.
"Yeah." Clementine nodded.
"You're not picky are you?" Hershel asked her.
"Not really."
"So you're fine with a breakfast type dinner?" He asked.
Clementine giggled, "Yes."
"Good." He handed her a plate which Clementine gratefully accepted.
"Leftovers, but they're still good." He commented.
"Thanks."
"I can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine." Hershel said.
Clementine lowered her head. She didn't want to think about that.
Clementine looked up as she heard footsteps and saw Shawn enter the room.
"Hey dad. So I'm thinking, first thing tomorrow we gotta reinforce the fence around the farm." Shawn said.
"With what happened to your friend maybe that's not such a bad idea." Hershel agreed.
"I can help." Clementine offered.
"Sure." Shawn said. "We can use as much help as we can get."
Hershel spoke, "House is full up with mine. We got a displaced family of three sleeping in the barn. You're welcome to rest there when you're done with your meal."
"I really appreciate all you're doing for me."
Hershel chuckled, "Stop with all the thank yous."
"I'm s-sorry."
"Hey, it's no need to be so formal, you can relax here."
"T-Thank- I mean..." Clementine trailed off, Hershel just shook his head.
"You good here?" Shawn asked, placing her bag on the ground beside her.
"Yeah. Thanks, Shawn."
"No problem." Shawn nodded. "Night."
"Goodnight." Clementine replied.
Soon after the man left.
Pain clenched her heart as Clementine stood in the barn. She made sure to be quiet as not to wake the family that was already in there.
She slowly dug through her bag, pulling out her sleeping bag, she set it out. It didn't look too comfortable but she guessed it could be worse.
She laid herself down on the sleeping bag and tried her best to fall asleep.
She couldn't sleep. She missed her house. She missed her friends. She missed her family. She was hoping this was a nightmare and she was going to wake up, but she knew that wasn't the case.
Swallowing a sob, she told herself not to cry. The more she tried to hold back tears the harder it became and eventually she lost what little control she had over her emotion and tears started pouring down her cheeks. She was shaking with silent sobs as she muffled her cries into the pillow. She didn't know how long she cried, but before too long she had cried herself to sleep.
Soft footsteps interrupted her dreams. She could feel a warm heat surrounding her.
She felt a hand reach out to shake her and a rough voice speak, "Hey, get up."
Clementine shot upright at the voice causing the man to chuckle. As she sat up, a small cotton blanket, which she hadn't remembered falling asleep with, fell to her lap.
Clementine rubbed the sleep from her eyes, that were still sore from all the crying she had done the night before. She looked down to her lap at the small blanket and stared at it in confusion.
"Did I startle you?" The man with the mustache asked the teen.
Clementine looked up before crossing her arms. "No..." She answered.
"Sure I didn't." The man said sarcastically.
"I'm itchy." Clementine groaned.
"Well you slept in a barn little lady. Lucky you don't have spiders in your hair."
"S-Spiders?" She was wide awake now. Tossing the blanket off her lap, she hopped to her feet.
The man laughed at her reaction. "Saw you shivering last night, figured you needed a blanket. We had a spare."
"Oh?" Clementine was surprised. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it." He replied. "I'm Kenny."
"Clementine."
"Well, Clementine, you should get yourself up if you want any breakfast."
"Breakfast?"
"That's what I said." Kenny replied. "Pancakes and eggs."
Clementine sighed. She remembered waking up early mornings to those kinds of foods. "I'll be out in a minute."
"Alright." Kenny agreed, leaving her alone in the barn.
Clementine took a deep breath. She couldn't cry. Not in front of all those people. Who knew how they'd react.
She made sure to keep herself composed. She folded up the sleeping bag and the lightweight blanket. She shoved her sleeping bag back into her backpack before pulling the bag onto her shoulders. She stood and made her way out of the barn.
She walked into the house to join the group around the table.
"Morning darling." Hershel greeted kindly.
"Morning."
"Hey Clementine." Shawn greeted.
"Hi." Clementine said back.
"This is my sister, Beth." Shawn motion toward a young girl who sat beside him, she looked around twelve years old.
The girl waved shyly.
Clementine smiled at her. "I'm Clementine. Nice to meet you, Beth."
"You too."
"I see you're carrying that heavy bag around again." Shawn said to Clementine.
"Well, all my stuff is in it." Clementine said, placing it on the floor as she took a seat at the table.
"I swear you're gonna break you back, lugging that thing around." Shawn replied.
"My school bag is heavier." Clementine claimed.
"That's not good. Little girl like you shouldn't be doing heavy lifting." Kenny said.
"I'm fifth-teen, not a little girl." Clementine huffed in response, rolling her eyes.
"Whatever you say kid." Kenny laughed.
"Alright, so as soon as breakfast is finished, we can start working on this fence." Shawn spoke.
"Sounds good to me." Clementine replied.
"Sooo...Clementine..." Kenny started.
Clementine turned to the man. "Yes?"
"What do you do for fun? Party? Drink?" Kenny asked.
"No way." The girl shook her head.
"Really?" Kenny sounded skeptical.
"Yeah. Why would I?" Clementine asked.
"Well, I was a teenager once too." Kenny said.
"Not all teenagers are the same." Clementine stated simply.
"That's right. They're not." The blond haired woman spoke, "Clementine, is it?"
"Yes." The girl nodded.
"That's a very pretty name." The woman said.
Clementine smiled. "Thanks."
"I'm Katjaa." The woman said before motioning to a little boy beside her. "And this is Ken Jr."
"We call him Duck though." Kenny added.
"Duck?" Clementine echoed.
"Yep." Kenny smirked. "Nothing bothers him. Like water off a duck's back."
"That's a valuable trait." Shawn said.
"Yep." Kenny agreed.
"Hey, Clementine, do you like cartoons?" Duck suddenly asked the teen.
"Not really..." Clementine admit.
"I do." Beth spoke.
"There's this one show where this guy has super strength."
Clementine watched as the boy yammered on, but he didn't stop talking and it took all her willpower not to let out a groan.
Seeing the families laugh and joke was only increasing Clementine's depression.
"Do you mind if I use your shower?" Clementine asked interrupting Duck's story. She figured a nice shower would help her feel better. At least she hoped it would.
"Of course not." Hershel replied, "Beth, show Clementine where the bathroom is."
"Okay." This little girl hopped from her chair and waited for Clementine to do the same.
Clementine grabbed her backpack, slinging back on.
"This way." Beth called, leading Clementine out of the kitchen and down the hall.
Once they got to the bathroom, the younger girl practically shoved a washrag and towel into Clementine's hands before running off to go play with Duck.
Clementine allowed her backpack to slide off her shoulders, sitting the bag on the floor. She turned and shut the bathroom door before stripping out of her clothes.
Clementine ducked her head under the shower, allowing the water to sluice over her face and body. She closed her eyes as the water rained on her, hoping it could somehow wash her pain away.
She washed her body, her hair, her face, making sure she didn't miss a spot.
She knew she should have just taken a quick shower, but she didn't. She continued to stand under the spray of the shower, feeling the grit wash off her body, shampooing another time for good measure.
She stood there not wanting to get out, even as the water turned cold. She felt tears run down her cheeks, but the water washed them away. Finally, she took a deep breath and turned the water off, climbing out of the shower.
She shivered a bit as a cold breeze hit her. She quickly dried herself off and dug in her bag for a change of clothes and her toothbrush.
She dressed herself quickly, unable to bare the cold then stood in front of the sink to brush her teeth.
For a while, she stared into the fogged up mirror, making sure her face didn't give away signs that she was crying.
Finally clean, she placed her things back into her bag and slung it back over her shoulders before walking out of the bathroom.
"Dad! We're gonna build a fence! There's a tractor and everything!" Duck squealed excitedly, running circles around his father.
"We better get going or we won't hear the end of it." Kenny sighed.
"Well, we should get to work. We've all seen what those things can do out there so the faster we get this fence up, the better."
"I want to build a fence!" Duck exclaimed.
"Yeah? Well I need a good foreman. You can sit on the tractor and yell at me whenever I take a water break." Shawn said.
"On the tractor? Cool!" The boy beamed.
"Duck and I will hop to it." Shawn said.
"How would you like to keep me company for a bit?" Katjaa asked Clementine. "We can visit."
Clementine smiled, "Sure."
"You have such pretty hair." The woman commented.
"Thanks. It gets tangled easy." Clementine said, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Maybe when we get a chance I can brush it for you?" Katjaa smiled.
"Would you?" Clementine beamed.
"Of course."
"It's nice to be able to relax for a while." Clementine said.
Katjaa couldn't agree more. "It is. It's almost like we didn't see people eating each other for the past three days. It's peaceful here, no?
"How did you handle getting through the city?" Clementine asked.
"Kenny just… drove. We passed so many people that needed help. And… we just…passed people, over some. Just…just…"
"It's ok. It's fine, you don't have to say anymore." The fifth-teen year old said. "I'm sorry.
"I'm fine honey…I want to go home tomorrow, but even then I can't take away the things we—the things Duck went through. Don't you want to go back to the moment before you knew about all of this?"
"Anybody in their right mind would. Families and BBQ's..." Clementine muttered.
"All of those things." Katjaa agreed.
"Those are the things we live for, right? With those gone what's the point?" Clementine sighed, "So, what did you do...before this?"
"I am a veterinarian back in Fort Lauderdale….like Hershel here, except more with dogs and cats and not horses. What do your parents do?"
"My mom's a doctor and my dad's an engineer." The girl said.
"Those are good jobs." Katjaa told her.
"Yeah."
"What do you want to be?" Katjaa asked.
"I don't know yet." Clementine mumbled. All she wanted right now was to go home.
She sat beside the woman for a while, the two of them making small talk until Katjaa had to go to the bathroom.
At that point Clementine was getting bored and decided to go check in on everyone else.
Clementine walked towards Kenny, deciding to check up on him first. "Hi...Kenny. How's your son doing?"
"Good, I think. Katjaa's got a sister up in Memphis; we were coming back from visiting her. We were at a gas station and some guy grabbed my boy. I thought he was kidnapping him. I was on the fucker in about two seconds and… Christ. Just lucky I was there. We saw a lot of bodies before we stumbled upon Hershel's. But we're a tough family. Ain't nothing gonna faze us."
"So what's your family's plan?" Clementine asked.
"Get back on down to Lauderdale and let this mess get sorted out. Government will start handing out shots and the national guard will do its thing. On the odd chance things got too bad, we could hop on my boat, I guess."
"You've got a boat?" The girl sounded a bit excited.
Kenny chuckled, "I'm a commercial fisherman, catching mackerel, dolphin, whatever's biting and paying. Katjaa wouldn't be wild about it, but the boat's not that bad."
"Can you drive?" Kenny asked the teen.
Clementine smiled. "Ye- No."
"Ever wanted to try?" The man asked her.
"I don't know." Clementine shrugged. "Seems…scary."
"It's not that bad once you get used to it." Kenny replied.
"My dad let me try a few times." Clementine admit.
"How'd that end up?" Kenny asked.
Clementine didn't respond.
Kenny laughed, "Not too good I assume?"
"...Do you need any help?" Clementine asked him.
"Naw, I think I got it." Kenny replied.
"Okay...See you, I guess." Clementine awkwardly responded.
"Yep."
Deciding that there was nothing much else to say to Kenny, Clementine turned to leave. She walked over to the back of the house where Shawn and Duck were. Shawn, was hammering away on the fence while Duck was sitting on top of the tractor, daydreaming.
Clementine made her way over to Duck and waved at him. Duck smiled and Clementine received a wave in return before the boy went back to pretending to turn the tractor's controls.
"Clementine, hey!" He called, "I'm gonna drive the tractor! I'm the foreman! Lift with your back, Shawn!"
Clementine giggled then walked over to Shawn, who was still busy at work.
"Hey, Clementine."
"Can I help?" Clementine asked,
"That'd be great. If you could cut those two by fours to length, that'd sure speed things up."
"Okay." How hard could it be? Clementine wondered, making her way over to the wood Shawn gestured towards.
"My dad doesn't know how bad it is." Shawn sighed.
"No, he doesn't." Clementine agreed.
"I saw a guy in Atlanta kill a kid. A boy. Just shot him right in the face." Shawn said.
"Was the kid one of the c-crazies?" Clementine asked.
"I don't even know. He was either attacking the guy or asking for help. He didn't even hesitate. He just turned, put the barrel of the gun right between this kid's eyes and pulled the trigger. You don't see things like that. It's not like in the movies."
Clementine didn't respond and Shawn sighed.
"I shouldn't be talking about this with you. You're just a kid yourself." Shawn apologized.
"No...It's okay. I don't mind." The girl replied.
"Did you have to do it?" Shawn asked suddenly.
"Do what?" Clementine questioned back.
"Kill. Have you had to off one yet?" Shawn asked her.
"No..." Clementine shook her head. "I hope I don't have to."
"I'm just glad we're getting this fence built. Dad just wants to keep the family safe, and thinks inviting people in is a bigger threat than whatever's out there."
"I hope my parents are okay."
"Maybe it's not as bad out there." Shawn said. "That's probably all I need cut for now. Thanks."
"Hey, Shawn," Clementine gently called.
"Yes?"
"Thanks for helping me out there."
"No problem, kid. Couldn't leave you behind." Shawn said. "Anyway, when you see my dad around he might want some help in the barn."
Clementine looked over at the entrance to the hay-filled barn.
She made her way over to the barn.
Hershel was busy shoveling hay with a pitchfork. He looked to the young girl as she entered. "Hey, Clementine."
"This farm is really pretty." The girl complimented.
"Heh, had someone told me twenty years ago I'd still be doing this, I would've told them that they were full of crap. Never was a plan, having a place like this. It was in the family, and I guess so was I. Family's important; it's all that matters. You agree with that?" Hershel asked.
"Yeah...More than anything." Clementine replied.
"Your folks are in Savannah, right?"
"Yeah." The girl nodded sadly.
"I'm sure they're fine." Hershel reassured her.
"I hope." Clementine sighed. "Sorry...Do you need any help?"
"I-"
Suddenly a loud scream pierces the air. Clementine jumped. "What the?!"
"GO! I'll get my gun." Hershel ordered.
Clementine quickly flew past Katjaa and towards the source of the screams. Shawn's leg was pinned down by the tractor.
Monsters were attracted by Shawn's screams and were making their way towards the fence.
Duck, was still seated on the tractor when suddenly, one of the monsters grabbed the boy causing him to begin screaming as well.
"My leg is stuck! Help me!" Shawn yelled.
Clementine froze for a moment before jumping into action. She still had her father's gun.
She approached the walker that was holding onto Duck quickly shooting it in the head. The noise made her ears ring, but she couldn't think about that.
Katjaa ran over to her son and took him to safety.
"Shawn!" Clementine ran over to Shawn to help him; she pulled him by his arms, but that did nothing.
"GET THIS TRACTOR OFF OF ME! HELP ME! PLEASE!"
Kenny climbed on top of the tractor starting it he threw it into reverse, freeing Shawn's leg,, while Clementine used the gun to shoot another one of the walkers.
Being so close, one of the monsters managed to grab the teenager, but Hershel shot it before it could do any damage.
Clementine backed away from the fence, looking at the now dead monsters in horror.
Everyone was silent, catching their breath and thanking God that no one was dead.
"Shawn…God…are you okay?" Hershel asked.
"I…I think so." Shawn replied.
"Let's get him up." Hershel looked to Kenny. "Help me get him into the house.
Kenny gave a quick nod. Hershel and Kenny both stood on either side of Shawn, helping to lift him up.
Shawn let out a groaned of pain as they helped him into the house.
"Shawn, are you okay?" Beth immediately ran over to her brother once he was seated on the couch.
"I'm fine, Beth." He reassures the young girl.
Shawn was breathing ragged. Katjaa was trying to calm Duck, who was still shaken up by what had happened.
"Beth," Hershel called to his young daughter.
The twelve-year-old looked at him. "Yes?"
"Go bring my medical bag." Hershel demanded.
The child gave a nod and ran off to do her father's bidding.
Shawn sighed. "Do you see what I mean now, dad? Those things…it's not safe here."
"If we take some time to get the fence-" Hershel started.
"Who knows how long that will take? By then…" Shawn trailed off.
"What do you suggest?" Hershel asked.
"I think we should go dad."
"What?" Beth chimed in as she reentered the room. "Where would we go?" She asked her brother, placing the medical bag down, beside Hershel.
"I don't know." Shawn answered truthfully. "But we can't stay here."
"Let me look at your leg." Hershel spoke firmly.
"Dad," Shawn tried.
Hershel ignored him, taking hold of Shawn's leg.
"It's swollen to hell, that's for sure." Hershel muttered.
"Dad!" Shawn called louder. "Are you listening to me."
Hershel replied. "I hear you."
"I don't need you to hear me. I need you to listen for once." Shawn said.
Hershel sighed, "I'm listening."
"We have to leave, dad." Shawn softened his voice, "I know you don't want to, but think about Beth. That could've been her."
Hershel gave a sharp inhale, looking to his daughter for a few moments. "Go pack your things, sweetie."
"What?" Beth looked shocked by her father's sudden demand.
"It'll be okay." Hershel said.
"But, daddy-"
Hershel stopped her protest, "I said, go."
Beth paused for a moment before rushing to pack her bag.
"I'll help her." Katjaa insisted, pulling Duck along with her, she followed after the young girl.
"Kenny," Hershel called.
"Yeah?"
"Where are you and your family heading?" Hershel asked, checking Shawn's leg for any blood.
"As far away as possible," Kenny scoffed. "Macon's the next stop, it's the closest."
"Mind if we go together." Hershel questioned, pulling bandages from the medical bag, he started to wrap his son's leg.
"Not really." Kenny replied.
"What about me?" Clementine piped in.
"I think you're sticking with us little lady." Kenny said. "No way I'm letting you head out on your own."
Clementine didn't complain. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go.
"Clementine," Hershel didn't look up from his work as he spoke, "In the next room, there's a closet filled with medical supplies."
"Okay…" Clementine nodded although the man wasn't looking at her.
"Go grab as much of it as you can." Hershel told her.
"Got it." Clementine ran off to do so.
Shawn winced in pain as Hershel continued to wrap his leg.
"Sorry," Hershel offered, Shawn only nodded in response.
"Kenny, how's your truck coming along?" Shawn asked.
"It's running if that's what you mean." Kenny said.
"Alright." Shawn nodded. "My truck works too."
"But you driving is not an option." Hershel motioned to the boy's leg. "I guess I'm taking the wheel."
"You sure you're up to that?" Shawn asked.
"I'm a lot more capable than you are at the moment."
At that moment Clementine returned to the room, carrying a large bag.
"Thank you, Clementine." Shawn said to the girl.
"Wait, there's something else." Clementine said, once again leaving the room leaving the three men slightly befuddled.
Moment later she returned carrying a set of crutches, she placed them against the wall near Shawn. "Found these in the closet. Figured you could use them." The girl explained.
"Thanks Clementine." Shawn said.
"If you got anything to pack make sure you do it now." Kenny said. "We're heading out soon as y'all are ready."
Everyone nodded in understanding.
"So…" Kenny spoke up drawing the attention to him. "Macon it is?"