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I fiddle with the string of my hoodie as we walk along the path. It's nice out, the sun is shining really bright.
"I think we should name him Omid." Omid suggests.
" One is enough... " Christa responds. She walks with a hand over her large belly.
"What if it's a girl?" I ask.
"Then we name her Christa! It's only fair." Omid answers, the usual mischievous grin covering his face.
"We have enough of those too." Christa says.
"Mhh... One more would be enough. " I respond.
" We could use another Christa. " Omid agrees.
"Y'all always side with each other." Christa complains
" Because we are always right! " Omid says. I giggle. We reach a gas station...
"How about you go get washed up in the girl's bathroom, Omid and I will be right nextdoor." Christa says.
" Okay." I respond. I walk into the bathroom and look around. There are three stalls..
I go to the mirror next to the sink and look into it. My face is scarred up on my left cheek.... It's really ugly. There are three bumps in my cheek... Ew. I look away from the mirror. I set my bag on the sink and go to check the stalls.
I open the door to the first stall. It's missing a toilet.. who would steal a toilet?
I open the door to the second one. The toilet is bloody and shattered. There is a stuffed rabbit leaning on a broken shard.
I open the door the the third one. It's a perfectly normal stall. That's good. The entrance door creaks. I immediately get into the stall and lock the do-
The door doesn't lock...
I stand up on the toilet, my knees shake...
A girl walks in, she immediately starts digging through my bag the second she sees it. The pulls out my gun...
Then, she looks up at me through the crack of the door.
"You know I can see you." She says. " Come out and maybe I won't shoot you."
I sigh and open the door. I step out and we lock eyes.
"You're just a little kid, where the hell's you're group?" She asks while looking through my bag.
"Dead... They all are dead." I lie.
"Ain't no way you surviving out on your own." She says. "Junk.. Junk... Junk! This is all junk. You ain't got anything good. " She says.
" I'm sorry... " I say softly. The door opens and Omid slowly creeps in.
"Your hat... Where'd you get it?" She asks.
" My dad. " I answer.
The door shuts, alarming the girl. She turns around and pulls the trigger of the gun she is holding. My gun...
Omid's head jerks as the bullet hits him in the throat. A loud gurgling noise comes from him as he falls. The door opens and Christa runs in.
"I didn't mean to-" The girl begins. Christa shoots her. She falls to the ground. Christa falls onto her knees, staring at the love of her life, dead on the ground.... Because of me.
She then stands up and looks at me
Then she walks out, I go to follow her but she turns back to me.
"Stay." She says.
"Where are you going?" I ask worriedly.
" Away from you! Everyone near you dies! It's your fucking fault." Christa says angrily.
...
It is my fault, isn't it?
"Please don't leave me..." I say, tears forming in my eyes.
" Stay. Here." She says.
She then walks away.
" Don't go! Please! I need you! I.... I need you. " I say. My words fade as my sobs grow. I fall to my knees as she walks away
"Please don't leave me..." I whisper in defeat.
The loud groaning pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to look at the source...
David is hungry again.
I found him missing his jaw and his hands, now he's my friend. I have him tied to a tree like the rest.
I stand up and start walking away from the fire
I stand up and start walking away from the fire. It's going to go out soon anyway. I keep my bag on my back as I walk, it's safer with me. I hold my newest weapon, a hammer.
Jeremy is always the loudest when he's hungry, I usually just toss him something out of a trashcan and he'll shut up. These guys all hide my scent, it works really well
They are easy to catch, just kick their knee and cut off their jaw then their hands then their arms.
Penelope is a strange one, she screamed when I knocked her down... I think she was one of the ones who died from a bite. I've learned that if you get killed by one of those, you don't actually die. The disease just sorta controls you... It's weird. Those people can run.
I stop when I reach her. She's at the edge of the walker circle.
"Do you... Do you want to be put down?" I ask.
She just groans... She doesn't reach for me. She just stares.
"Groan if you want to live." I say.
She becomes silent....
Woah.
"Are you sure...?" I ask. She is still silent. I sigh and bring the hammer I'm holding up, then I slam it against her head. She stops moving.
I smile. Then sigh. I need to reapply the blood soon... I take the nail pulley part of the hammer and slide it through her stomach. I push my hands in and reapply the blood onto my purple shirt. It used to be a lavender color but now it's... It's really gross.
Then, a sound catches me off gaurd.
Panting?
I look around and see a dog.. ITSA DOG OH MY GOD
"Cmere buddy..." I say, I kneel down. The dog approaches me and I start patting him.
"You want some food good boy??" I ask, smiling. I stand up. The dog tilts it's head.
"Want a treat?" I ask. He barks. I lead him back to the fire... He's kinda scared of it.
I grab a can of beans that's sitting on a rock surrounding the fire. I then open it and get myself a scoop. I then hold out some for him. He slurps it off. I smile.
I get a scoop for me but the dog slurps it off.
"The rest of this is mine." I state. He growls. He then leans on his back legs.
"Settle down boy!" I say worriedly. The dog then jumps at me. He gets a good grip on my arm and I cry out in pain. He pulls me forward and onto the ground. I quickly get onto my back and kicks him. He flies back into the fire.
Then he climbs out whimpering loudly, he runs off with flames still covering his body.
Shoot... He's going to spread the fire! I need to stop him...
He stops on his own after about 10 feet of running.
He falls onto the ground panting.... Poor boy...
I kneel down next to him. He smells like burnt meat... Burnt meat is good....
Burnt meat is food.
Food is good.
I need food.
My mouth starts to water. I fall to my knees next to the dog....
This is wrong
Why am I like this...
Why do I want to eat a dog... he's hardly past being a puppy...
I'm sorry... I need to eat. I need food.
I begin to dig through the dog's flesh, tearing with my nails and pulling with my hands. I'm sorry. I lean over the dog. I don't even pull meat off the dog with my hands, I do it with my teeth. It's so good.
My arm really hurts but I don't mind. I'm focused on one thing right now, eating.
Blood covers my face and my shirt, layering with the walker blood. I hear a noise behind me. A twig snaps. I turn my head, alert. Food dangles from my mouth... I feel lightheaded.
I turn to see a darker skinned woman.
"Christa..?" I ask softly. Food falls from my mouth.
...
That's not Christa...
We lock eyes....Her gaze softens.
"Holy shit..." She says softly. She then drops her rifle. I grab my hammer and stand up shakily.
"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly.
"Who are you?" I question, ignoring hers.
" Tavia... My name is Tavia. What's yours? " She asks.
" Clementine." I answer.
" That's a pretty name! Are you out here alone honey? " She questions. I nod.
" Do you want to come with me? We have a lot of food, better than that uh... Thing you're munching on." She says.
" Yeah." I answer.
"Actually I'm sortve lost, I have no clue where we are. My people are probably looking for me now. "
I shrug.
" Holy shit! " A man says loudly.
"Dude shut up! You're gonna draw more walkers." Another, younger man says. I'm not sure if he's younger but he sounds like it.
Two people walk out of one of the bushes and stop when they see Tavia and I.
"Bill's pissed at you right now!" The younger boy says.
" Maybe it'll be better to stay here." The older guy jokes.
" In this walker circle? Hell no." Tavia says.
" Hey! They're friendly. " I say, annoyed.
" No they are just disarmed. " Tavia corrects.
" Hah- disarmed... " The older guy chuckles. He's not that much older but I really have nothing else to call him.
"Who's the girl?" The shorter one asks.
" Clementine, I found her like 4 minutes ago." Tavia answers for me.
" Clem, this is Vince and Russel. " Tavia says.
" Russel is a dumb name. " I state. I look to him and he flips me off. I raise my middle finger back. Vince chuckles.
Another man walks out from a patch of bushes. He's blonde.
"You guys see all the damn walkers?" He asks.
"They are nice I promise. " I say.
"Dude, you insane? They'll kill you!" The blonde says.
" No- I uh... I cut them up enough. " I say. He gives me a confused look.
"That's Wyatt by the way." Tavia whispers to me. I nod.
" Did y'all see-" A redheaded woman begins, trying to get past a bush. Her jacket is stuck to a thorn.
"Yes we saw the walkers." Tavia says.
"Carvers on edge after half our people left, we gotta go. Now." The redhead says after getting unstuck.
Carver?
...
Who's....
Woah....
I look up at the many people standing around my home... Why am i... I'm so lightheaded.
....
I wake up, my body hits a hard surface.
"Did you just drop her?!" A woman asks.
" Shit-" A guy says. I think the lady was the redhead, she has a weird voice. The guy was Vince... Probably...
I look up to him, he looks down to me. Yeah that's Vince.
"Good morning..."I mutter.
"Sorry..." He responds.
I slowly stand up. This is uh... This is new. Where the hell am I? The surroundings are strange and it smells like metal.
"You currently have to stay out here, I hope you don't mind." Tavia says, approaching us.
I look around. The walls are made out of concrete and the floor is too. There is no roof. It's kinda ugly out here. The stars fix the mood slightly.
"What about my arm?" I ask worriedly. I roll up my sleeve to look at the still bleeding bite.
"We cant confirm that it's a dog bite and Bill doesn't want us wasting any supplies." Tavia answers.
" But I'll bleed out! It can get infected! What am I meant to do? " I question.
" Just hope. We'll bandage it in the morning, okay? " Tavia speaks. Vince just stands there awkwardly.
I sigh and nod. I'm not going to argue with them... It's honestly good logic. The two walk away and the door shuts. I turn my attention to the people around the fire. A dark skinned man, a short haired woman, and a one armed guy sit around it.
What a weird assortment.
I sit down on the ground next to the fire. The short haired woman is on my left, the one armed man is on my right.
The trio just gives me a strange look for a moment before turning back to the fire.
...
"Who are you?" The man with one arm asks.
" It doesn't matter. " I answer.
"Oh... That's uh... Surprisingly sad for such a simple question." He responds. " I'm Reggie, that's Jane, and That's Mike. " He says. I nod.
...
" What's all over you? " Mike asks.
"Walker blood." I answer bluntly.
"Damn you do that too?" Jane asks.
"Too? What do you mean?" I question.
"It'll help you blend in if you are covered enough. Was the blood on purpose or no?" She asks.
"Yeah but it was mostly just to the walkers around me would shut up. " I respond.
" Around you? Elaborate. " She says.
"I had walkers tied to trees, they kept the stray ones away." I explain.
" You tie them there yourself? " Mike asks, surprised.
" Yeah? " I respond, confused.
"Damn..." Mike says.
...
I stand up and look around.
"Do any of you know where a uh... A sewing needle is?" I ask.
"Check the corner. " Reggie answers.
"What corner?" I ask, confused.
"Uh.. behind Mike's bed. We hide supplies back there." Reggie answers.
" Don't tell her that! What if she was sent out here to find it. " Jane says, annoyed.
" No I just need to stitch up my arm. " I respond. I walk away and towards the corner. I peak over the cardboard and see a box. I smile, they weren't lying.
I dig through it for a moment, it's mostly cans but has random things here and there. Something jabs my hand.
I grab it. It's a needle! Thank God...
I sigh and sit down on one of the beds. This is going to hurt. I remove thread from the bottom of my shirt and thread the needle. I look at my bloody arm.
I breathe in and push the needle through. I cry out in pain but continue. I pull it through and push the needle through the other side.
Tears stream down my face but I continue. I stab the needle in then pull it out. In then out. In then out.
I feel so... So lightheaded...
...
I continue until I reach the other side. I tie it off and bite the thread. I put the needle in my pocket.
...
I look down at my bloody arm and sigh.
What are they going to say when they see this tomorrow...
...
I watch as the trio look to eachother for a moment before they each stand up and make their way to different beds. They each have mattresses... Maybe I can get one.
...
I lie down on my side and stare at the rows of bunk beds.
My eyes flutter open and I smile. It's the first time in a while where I haven't woken up to being alone.
I sit up and smile. Sure, these people might secretly be assholes but at least they are people!
The trio are standing at the gate, A older guy in a big coat stands, speaking to them. I stand up and approach quickly to hear what he's saying.
"You are going with Troy." The man says to Reggie. "You are with Bonnie." He says to Jane. "And you are going out to work on the fence, alone." He says to Mike. They each just nod silently. They look scared.... That's uh... I don't think that's good.
"And you, little lady, are coming with me." The man says. I nod worriedly.
He walks away and I follow close behind him.
...
He silently leads me up some stairs and into an office. He sits down in a office chair and gestures to a dining room chair Infront of the desk.
I sit down.
"You do realize I can see you out there, right?" He asks.
" Oh... I didn't know. " I answer.
"You stitched up your own arm." He states.
"Yeah..." I answer.
"Show me. " He says. I nod. This man seems like he has to be listened to. I roll up my sleeve and hold it out for him to see.
He examines it for a moment.
"For a 10 year old, that is rather fine stitch work. For any age, that's rather good actually." He says. I smile and roll my sleeve down.
"Considering the circumstances, I'll let this slide." He says. " What's your name, kid? "
" Clementine. " I answer.
" William Carver." He speaks.
...
" We lost our doctor a little while back." He says.
" Sorry... " I say.
"It's not you're fault. Anyways, we could always use a new one. Bonnie will teach you about medicine, you already know everything else you need to. " The man says.
" Are you able to accept this job? " He asks, he slowly brings his hand down to his pocket.
"Yeah... Got nothin better to do." I answer.
" Good... That's good. " He responds, bringing his hand away from his pocket.
He then stands up.
"Today, you can head to Bonnie. Tell Jane to head on over to Troy." He says. " Bonnie's right over there. " He says, pointing to a door.
I nod and stand up. I walk out rather quickly and approach the door.
....
This could work...