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Disclaimer I don't own the walking dead the rights of that go towards Robert Kirkman, and Skybound. Any original characters that may or may not appear are mine though.

Chapter One

The only thing that ran through Clementine's head after she had to shoot Lee was finding Omid and Christa. She searched for hours trying to find them eventually stumbling back to the train where Lee said she could find them. The train was still surrounded by walkers, not wanting to stick around she guessed that they'd move on if it wasn't safe. She left the city shambling around before eventually stumbling upon a red car as well as a fallen log under a tree. Exhausted from hours of nonstop walking and her feet hurting, she sat down on the log and looked around finding shotgun shells and pistol rounds next to her feet. She picked up one of the shells before looking up and spotting two figures walking on the hill in front of her one of them shorter than the other.

She hesitated for a couple seconds wondering to herself whether or not it could be Omid and Christa before she eventually decided to approach them. The walk towards whoever they could've been felt like forever in her mind, stemming from the mental and physical exhaustion that she'd been subjected to in the past few days. Eventually she got close enough to start seeing what they looked like and her heart felt like it had stopped and she froze. It was Omid and Christa she had finally found them.

"Omid, Christa!" Clementine shouted with a smile on her face.

She was about to run at them but then dread had begun to settle in her as she noticed they hadn't said anything back. The smile on her quickly disappeared as she heard the raspy growls and saw their staggered movement, they had blood all over them and pieces of their body were missing. They weren't themselves anymore. Clementine couldn't stop herself from falling to her knees and crying as they inched closer and closer to her but one of Lee's final words to her had begun to ring in her ears over and over.

"Don't be afraid." Lee had told her before she shot him and she found the strength to get up and point her gun at the two Lee had entrusted to care for her.

"I'm sorry." Clementine apologized with tears in her eyes before she fired twice, hitting both in their head and putting them to rest.

She stood there for a bit unable to bring herself to move before hearing Lee's words in her head again. She began stumbling closer to the dead couple and found that Christa was wearing her backpack. She attempted to roll the dead woman's body to get easier access to it for around a minute before she eventually succeeded as well as falling straight on her butt with a yelp. Out of breath she stayed on the ground for a couple seconds before getting back up. She began folding Christa's arms in order to pull the backpack straps off her body. Once she finished pulling the backpack off, and then sat on the ground with the backpack behind her feeling tired more than she's ever been.

Clementine sat there for a bit looking around for more walkers as well as to get her breath back and thinking about everything that happened. Finding none she began blaming herself for getting Lee and everyone else killed.

"Stupid, dumb, idiot, worthless!" She began telling herself as tears began welling up in her eyes again. For what felt like the hundredth time she's cried today she began bawling uncontrollably.

The only thing running through her head was the images of everyone that had died before settling only on Lee's corpse.

"I'm sorry, Lee." She kept repeating to herself. Eventually, she couldn't cry anymore having run out tears long ago.

Finally, she grabbed the backpack from behind her and began searching through it. There were a few cans of food, packets of jerky, a lighter and some matches, scraps of paper, a map, a knife, first aid kit and two full water bottles. She closed the backpack back up and stood up slowly. Walking back down the hill towards the log picking up the ammo on the ground. Seeing that it was getting dark entered the backseat of the red car placing the backpack down as a pillow and eventually fell asleep.

Clementine found herself back at the log she was sitting on a few hours ago. Rubbing her tired eyes she noticed the backpack was gone and the ammo was back on the ground. She started looking around and she spotted two figures on top of the hill. She ran towards them to figure out who they were hoping that what she saw yesterday was just a terrible dream.

"Clementine!" She heard them yell with a giant smile forming on her face. Throwing herself into a hug with both Christa and Omid almost crying tears of joy at having found them.

"I missed you two." She cried to them feeling hopeful that they might be able to escape the hellhole that was Savannah.

Clementine heard no answer from either of them, as she felt their grasp on her tighten. Looking up they had become walkers and proceeded to start eating her alive. She started screaming from the pain before eventually closing her eyes and drifting off.

She jumped up heart racing, her eyes dry, throat sore from screaming with a terrible headache. She wasn't on the hill and was back in the car she slept in yesterday. She rushed to grab a water bottle from the backpack opening it and began chugging the contents. Her throat feeling better she started panting from running out of breath, wiping her mouth and placing the empty bottle back in as well as pulling out the map while she was at it and zipping the backpack back up.

The sun had started rising and she threw the backpack on and crawled out the ruined car. She opened the map and began looking at it, she didn't really know where she wanted to go or even how to exactly read it but she eventually decided that she was going to back track from the train tracks.

After an hour of walking around she found herself back near the train. Still surrounded by what seemed to be hundreds of walkers, hoping she could sneak past them she sniffed herself and realized that plan wasn't going to work as she no longer smelled as bad she did yesterday when Lee covered her in walker guts. Scared that she wouldn't be able to walk through the herd she decided to take the long way around and follow the tracks through the trees in the hopes that there'd be nowhere near as many walkers as well as being able to sneak past them.

Walking through the woods made it far safer and easier to walk around the walkers, after what felt like a few hours of walking the tracks cleared up and there weren't any more walkers for the foreseeable distance. Continuing her journey for the next few hours following the train tracks and walking nonstop she reached her limit and had to take a break. Her stomach growling and throat dry. She pulled the backpack off herself and grabbed one of the cans and the knife. She searched the can to see what it was and saw that it was chicken noodle soup, placing the can down she began pulling on the tab to pry it open. She struggled for half a minute to pull the tab before eventually deciding to use the knife to pry it up a bit to make it easier to open the can. Once the can was open she began gorging on the soup, chugging the liquid and grabbing the solids out of it with her hands swallowing the chicken pieces and noodles whole.

When she finished, she wiped her mouth and threw the can away and rested for another minute before standing back up and continued walking down the tracks. As more hours passed and the sun began to set, not wanting to sleep in the open she kept walking until she found a small shed near the tracks in the woods. She tested the door finding that it was unlocked and slowly opened it, looking around it was mostly empty with just a few tools scattered around. She closed the door, locking it and continued searching the shed, grabbing one of the hammers on a workbench, a handsaw, another knife, as well as another first aid kit.

Seeing that weren't any walkers in the shed and feeling too tired to do anything else she took the backpack off placed it down and tried to sleep.

She woke up to the door of the shed rattling and hear hearing voices from outside.

"Babe I'm gonna look around while you try to get that thing unlocked." A voice that sounded like a man told the person she assumed was messing with the shed door.

"Well place your fucking bag down first dummy, I don't want you losing it or getting surrounded by the and dead leaving me stuck with nothing." The voice that sounded like a woman's sharply replied.

"Alright don't get your panties in a twist, just shout for me when you need me. Also let me know if you find anything cool or whatever okay?" The guy asked as she heard something drop and footsteps drifting off.

Grabbing her backpack she began looking around for somewhere to hide before settling on pressing herself next to the door as the shed was too small to hide anywhere. Standing for what felt like an eternity the door eventually made a clicking noise and opened, a woman with light brown skin with what seemed to be camouflage clothing and a black beanie on her head entered the shed. The lady was carrying a rifle and began searching around for anything of importance.

"Shit, this was a waste of time." The woman cursed to herself. Finding no other chance to get away tried to sneak out. Holding the door open she barely took a step outside just to feel herself get yanked back inside.

"The fuck do you think you're going?!" The woman shouted at her slamming Clem onto the work bench causing her to yelp in pain and grabbing her arms tightly. Clementine kept struggling to pull her arms out of the woman's painful grasp but she didn't relent.

"Hey babe I found us a new toy to play with!" The woman shouted to her partner letting up just enough for Clementine to just barely slip her right hand out and grip one of the hammers on the table.

"Bitch!" The woman let out a surprised yell before a hammer struck her directly on the temple knocking her down and taking Clementine with her. The young girl too scared to let up just kept slamming the hammer on the woman's head until the hammer got stuck and she slipped onto the floor trying to pull it out. Hearing footsteps coming back she grabbed the woman's rifle and pointed it at the door.

"You found wha-" The man never got to finish as a gunshot rang out causing Clementine's ears to ring loudly and making her drop the rifle as she tried to cover her ears. Disoriented from the noise Clementine tried to get back but slipped on the blood from the woman's body. Trying again she managed to finally stand up although still wobbly from the ringing. She checked the woman's pockets for anything useful finding some weird tool with a bunch of key looking things, a granola bar, and a compass. Remembering that there was another one she began walking towards the guy who was clutching his neck in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. Clementine began searching his body as he attempted to fight her off to avail as he slipped out of consciousness. Finding some ammo for a gun she couldn't use she just placed them in her backpack and grabbed their bag next to the door and stumbled off before the man turned.

5 DAYS LATER

After days of nonstop walking, and dreams of the people she once knew becoming walkers and eating her. Clementine eventually found herself at the RV they had left behind for the train. Deciding to enter the vehicle she searched for anything they left behind finding nothing useful she sat down on the couch and checked her feet that were sore sore and blistered from all the walking she's done. Unable to find herself to care about the pain she walked back out after a few minutes and looked at the sun. Seeing that it was still in the middle of the sky she checked the map to see if she somehow could figure out where she was. She followed her pointer finger from the train tracks leading from Savannah to whatever was closest to the Motor Inn. Seeing that she just had to follow the road if she read it right which she hoped she did. Clem began walking again, with nothing to keep her company but her thoughts and images of her former group.

3 DAYS LATER

Clementine found herself back at the motor inn, bodies from the bandits and walkers that were killed in the fight she began searching around for any supplies that may have been left. The bag she looted from the couple more than a week ago didn't have much food in it except water, ammo, and clothes that didn't fit her that she just tore up for rags and threw most of it away. She found a crossbow on one of the bandit's bodies with a couple of bolts, picking it up she continued looking around before she walked back into her and Lee's old room. She stood there for a bit contemplating before continuing her search finding a few bullets for her pistol in a drawer as well as the torn picture of Lee she picked up back at the pharmacy. Finding that she couldn't bring herself to cry she stuffed the picture in her backpack and walked outside.

Clem looked down at herself specifically at her clothes and realized that what she was wearing wasn't going to work as the fight with the woman had ripped and soaked her dress in blood. Her shoes had practically ripped apart from the constant walking being held together by nothing except hopes and dreams.

Deciding that she needed new clothes she walked towards one of the many walker bodies and pulled out a knife from her backpack. She began to cut the corpse open forcing herself to not vomit from the stench and began rubbing herself in the cold, and viscous goop. After covering the front of her body realizing that she couldn't get to her back she groaned and decided to place her back in the open belly of the body. Feeling that she was probably as covered as she possibly could be she began her trek to Macon in the search of new clothes.

Almost an hour later she had entered the city and began searching for a clothing store. After a bit of walking around randomly she found one and entered it. Searching for the children's section she found some clothes that were a little big for her but were a lot warmer than what she had on now. She grabbed a striped white and gray long sleeve shirt, a lavender colored tee shirt, a blue hoodie, some denim jeans, a few random socks, one pair being disco broccoli themed, and black tennis shoes. She kept searching around for a bit before stumbling onto a yellow rain coat that reached down to her knees, staring at it for a second she shrugged and grabbed it as well. Looking around a bit longer she also grabbed some new underwear as well because she didn't exactly feel comfortable wearing something that was probably soaked in walker guts after the sat in the belly of one. Happy with her find she began tracing her steps back to the motor inn to change her clothes.

Back at the motor inn it started thundering and pouring. Still covered in gunk she decided to sit outside for a bit let the crap wash off her before went into her old room and dried herself off and changed into her new clothes. Not wanting to ruin her new clothes already she decided to take the rest of the day off and just stayed in the room. Taking the photo of Lee out of her backpack she stared at it for a bit still unable to bring herself to cry anymore as she felt she had probably cried out a lifetime of tears in the past week. Placing the photo in her pocket she laid herself down on the bed and stared at the roof. Simply repeating to herself in her head the words 'I'm sorry' over and over until she drifted off to sleep.

A/N

Now you might be wondering as to where I'm probably gonna go with this fic. I've seen maybe two fics with a similar premise but they never really kept to the whole Clementine is alone till season two idea entirely so I never really bothered to fully read or finish them. What I'm going for right now is a 'what if' scenario in which Clementine has no one to essentially help her with the psychological trauma like Christa and Omid probably did for the 6 months she stayed with them before Omid died and Christa probably became negligent towards her from how they interacted with each other after the 2nd time skip. At least that's what I understood from their dialogue when I played the games. With no one to help her with the trauma of what was essentially the worst day of her life. This Clem will be truly alone and most definitely a little off her rocker in a way I won't really spoil right now it'll be pretty obvious if you think about it but she's definitely not just gonna go American Psycho that's all I'll say. She'll just have no one to accompany her or help her with anything until the events of season 2. She'll just figure things out as she goes, read things, or wing it.

Onto the math of her lonesome adventure back to Macon I just looked at it from a point of, if the train ride took like around 12 hours and it was moving at 40 mph or around 64 kph for anyone not using freedom units. I just looked at it as if Clem walked 50-60 miles or so a day and the train drove around 400 miles. It'd probably take her a week to end up back at the train. Now I know Clem is just a little girl and her stride ain't exactly the longest considering she's like 4'1 or 124 cm she'd probably take a little longer to get back to the RV but I don't remember or believe it's ever stated how long and how far the train went. Now the walk to Macon was purely guesswork I just know they left the Inn when it was getting dark and arrived at the train when it was light out. So don't exactly take the 3 day walk thing at face value I just guessed they drove for a bit.

You might also wonder why the outfit change into the season 2 getup happened so early and that was simply because I thought it would make a lot more sense considering that when they get to Savannah it's stated or implied in episode 2 that winter is approaching and the way season 2 starts with Clem still in her season 1 outfit didn't make much sense to me as she definitely would've froze to death before Omid originally died.

Now onto the couple she killed and why it might seem like she didn't react much to it. She definitely did react to it but I didn't really want to go into the nitty gritty details of what was really going through her head other than Clem was probably thinking they were gonna kill her and she had to kill them. Now you can probably assume what they were gonna do by what they said and Clementine doesn't really know what the woman meant other than it wasn't good.

This story is more or less gonna be a rough draft of what the story is before I decide to go back and edit things. Reasons being I'm not exactly the best at putting my thoughts down on 'paper' as I am thinking about plots and a way a story will go down. The dialogue might be a bit iffy or hard to read I think but its not exactly the final product and more so a prototype leading to it. If someone were to wish to edit or proofread things that'd be fine with me as well.

Now this explanatory segment has gone on for a bit so next time.