#peter randall

Reluctantly, Luke followed after Pete, giving Nick a reprimanding look. The rest of their group watched as Pete and Luke disappeared into the forest.

“Maybe…” Carlos spoke, after a moment of silence, “maybe we should’ve just…”

“What?” Demanded Rebecca, “Patched her up? How the hell do we know that she’s not one of Carver’s?”

Carlos sighed, before looking at Nick, “Let’s just get inside before any Lurkers show up.”

T

Clementine didn’t know how long she’d been running. She was hot and dizzy, and everything was a haze to her. Her foot caught on something, making her tumble down across the ground. Finding herself unable to move, Clementine saw a pair of feet appear in her vision. Bracing herself for when the Walker started eating her, Clementine attempted to close her eyes, before a hand slapped her face and she felt something press down on the bullet wound. Groaning, Clementine looking at the source of the pressure.

“…Christa?” Croaked Clementine, as Christa carefully picked her up.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Muttered Christa, “you’re gonna be fine, Clem.”

For Clementine, everything went dark. Christa tried not to worry about how wet Clementine’s clothes were or the amount of blood on her shirt. She’d managed to give the bandits the slip, even managed to snag a couple of guns and a large hunting knife from them. Clementine looked small as she carried her, Christa dispelled her train of thoughts and ducked into a shed.

Carefully setting Clementine down, Christa lifted her shirt up. Grimacing at the bullet wound, Christa carefully lifted Clementine and looked at her back, finding an exit wound. Sighing in relief, Christa rummaged through her pockets of the limited medical supplies she had.

Meanwhile, Luke and Pete followed Clementine’s blood until it abruptly stopped. Pete frowned, before kneeling down and looking at them.

“Where’s she gone?” Asked Luke, looking around, “Did she stop bleeding?”

“No,” Said Pete, “She collapsed, and someone picked her up, but Lurkers have completely covered their tracks.”

“You don’t think she’s with Carver, do you?” Asked Luke, getting a frown from Pete.

“No,” Pete stood up, “they would’ve come for us by now.”

Luke sighed, “We better get back, don’t want to worry the others.”

Sighing, Pete nodded and the two backtracked towards the cabin. Leaving the cold trail left by Clementine and whoever took her.

T

Clementine winced as Christa helped her walk, Christa found the dog bite and had stitched it up along with the bullet hole in her side, after Christa discovered that Clementine had injured her left leg when she fell. Christa managed to find a bunch fish traps, so they got to eat for the first time in a while. They had just reached a bridge and started crossing when a guy in a grey hoodie ran up to them. He’d given his name as Matthew, where they met his group. Led by Kenny. Soon, they were inside the lodge, with Matthew leaving to go back down to the bridge.

“I thought you were dead.” Said Clementine, looking up from Kenny.

“Same,” Said Christa, “the last time I saw you, you were getting swarmed by Walkers after you and Lee tried to save Ben.”

“Yeah, well,” Shrugged Kenny, “I almost was. Ben was screaming so loud I couldn’t hear myself think. I didn’t realise I’d gotten out until it happened.”

Christa looked around the lodge, Walter was making dinner and Sarita, Kenny’s girlfriend, was rummaging through some boxes, “This is a nice place.”

“Yeah,” Kenny laughed, “we’re stopping here for a bit before moving on north. There’s a place called Wellington, high walls and cold ass winters that’ll freeze Walkers right up.”

“We were heading the same way.” Said Christa, “We got attacked by some bandits and Clem and I got separated for a bit.”

“Really?” Asked Kenny, looking around, “What happened?”

“Clem managed to get away, I was stuck with them for a bit,” Said Christa, as Clementine rubbed her arm, “I managed to get a couple of guns and some supplies before escaping. I stumbled across Clementine shortly afterwards.”

Kenny nodded, “How bout you, Clem?”

Clementine swallowed, “I, er, I got chased and I fell into the river. I washed up at a campsite, and I met a dog there, his name was Sam.”

Kenny frowned, “Okay, what happened then?”

“I found a can of beans,” Continued Clementine, “I gave some to Sam and, I don’t know, he attacked me. He bit my arm.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Interrupted Christa, “her arm was mauled, I’m surprised that it wasn’t infected.”

“I, I kicked him onto some spikes, and I put him down.” Clementine swallowed, “I almost got killed by a Walker, but a couple of guys saved me. They… they were taking me to their group when they saw the dog bite and, and thought it was a Walker bite. I think I passed out, when I woke up, I heard people yelling. I, I just started speaking and one of them shot me.”

Kenny and Christa stiffened, as Clementine continued, “I ran. I think I heard them yelling for me, b-but I just kept running. I don’t know how far I got, but I tripped on something. Christa found me not long after.”

“Jesus.” Swore Christa, as Kenny snarled.

T

A couple days later a truck turned up. A man with a furred collar appeared, looking inside the lodge through the window, when Clementine and Christa found him.

“Who the hell are you?” Demanded Christa, pointing her gun at the man.

“Hello,” Smiled the man, his voice was gruff, “I’m sorry to startle you. I’ve just collected some of my people and we’re on our way home. Just stopping by and checking that there ain’t anyone in need here.”

“We’re fine.” Said Christa, keeping her gun aimed at the man.

“You’re not very trusting, are you.” Mused the man.

“My kid and I were attacked by some bandits, never hurts to be cautious.” Said Christa, getting a nod from the man.

“That’s fair.” The man started walking away, “Best of luck to you.”

Christa and Clementine watched the man walk away, before brushing it off and going back inside. A week later, a group of people turned up. Clementine frowned as Kenny, Christa and Sarita rushed out the door to confront the people.

After a moment, making sure that Walter was still busy with the food, Clementine followed them out. They were yelling, making Clementine worry that they’ll attract Walkers. Pushing her way to the front, she looked up at Christa, when someone said her name.

“Clementine?” Turning to look at the group, Clementine froze.

“What?” Christa looked down, before looking back at the group, then the penny dropped, “Shit.”

“What?” Asked Kenny, glancing to the side.

“I think these are the people Clem talked about.” Said Christa, tucking Clementine behind her, “The ones that shot her.”

Kenny immediately raised his rifle and aimed it at the group.

“Wait!” Said one guy, “It was an accident!”

“Like hell it was!” Bellowed Kenny, “How the fuck do you accidentally shoot someone?!”

“She moved man.” Protested a guy in a baseball cap.

“Of course she’d move,” Snapped Christa, “she’s not dead!”

Clementine looked around the group, she recognised Luke, but she couldn’t see Pete. There was a heavyset man with glasses, a heavily pregnant woman, a man in a flannel shirt and a guy in a trucker’s hat holding a rifle. Frowning, Clementine searched through their group.

“Where’s Matthew?” Asked Clementine, making everyone go silent.

“We haven’t met anyone called Matthew.” Said the heavyset man, looking at them, “Look, we’re not looking for trouble. If you want us to, we’ll leave.”

Christa looked over them, before looking at Clementine, “How about it, Clem? You’re the only one they’ve met before.”

Clementine looked at Christa and Kenny, “They… they could stay, just for tonight.”

Kenny and Christa didn’t look happy about it, but silently allowed it. Sighing, Kenny gestured for them to follow him, they almost had a problem with the guy in the hat when they were asked to leave their weapons by the door. After that, everything was quiet and somewhat peaceful, then Clementine saw Walter by their weapons, before he went outside.

“Hey.” Clementine looked up at the guy who wanted to keep his gun, “Er, Clementine, right?”

“Yeah?” Nodded Clementine, as the guy, Nick, looked at the floor.

“I, er,” Nick scowled, “I wanted to apologise for, y’know, shooting you. I freaked out and acted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

Clementine blinked and stared up at him, before he hurried off somewhere. Everyone was quietly talking amongst themselves when the wind turbine supplying them with power suddenly went crazy. The adults went outside to fix it, leaving Clementine with the heavyset man and the pregnant woman, Alvin and Rebecca. Rebecca was panicking about something, while Alvin tried to keep her calm, looking out the window, Clementine saw Kenny and Christa dealing with the turbine and the Walkers, while Luke vanished off somewhere. Clementine sighed and looked down at her gun, idly removing and reinserting the magazine.

“You okay there, Clementine?” Asked Alvin, making Clementine look up.

“Yeah, just bored.” Shrugged Clementine, wincing slightly as she shifted, “Where’re you planning to go?”

“Don’t know.” Answered Alvin, “I’m just focused on Becs and our son.”

“How do you know it’s going to be a boy?” Asked Clementine, just as a bullet tore through window. Thinking quickly, Clementine grabbed her gun and pointed it at the window, “Guys?”

Clementine slowly made her way down the stairs, spotting the guy from the week before walk through the door, holding a gun to Nick’s back, “You’re the guy from last week.”

The guy didn’t say anything to her, marching Nick and the guy in the flannel shirt, Carlos, in at gunpoint, as a couple of people marched Christa, Sarita and Walter in. The next thing Clementine knew, they were all on their knees with the guy from the week before stalked in front of them. Clementine flinched as the guy, Carver, grabbed Carlos and started beating him. Shifting slightly, Clementine felt her knife shift in her pocket. Discreetly as possible, Clementine removed her knife from her pocket and started to cut her bindings. One of Carver’s guys got shot in the head, making Carver grab Walter and haul him over to the window. Clementine heard a gunshot and a thud, followed by Carver yelling at Kenny.

Carver then came back and grabbed Alvin, with everyone yelling and crying. Carver had just reached the window with Alvin, when Clementine got up and charged at him. She plunged her knife into Carver’s back. Grunting, Carver let Alvin go, before grabbing Clementine’s wrist. Forced to let go of the knife, Clementine found herself being held by the throat, with Carver holding her hostage instead of Alvin.

T

Clementine looked around the community Carver had brought them to, there were at least a dozen people watching them. Carlos was led away somewhere, while they were guided to a yard by a woman called Bonnie. Looking around the yard, Clementine saw Pete and a girl wearing red glasses with a black eye.

“Uncle Pete!” Yelled Nick, running over to them.

Pete looked around the group Nick was with, his eyes settling on Clementine, “You found her?”

“No.” Christa spoke up, glaring at him, “They stumbled across her, while she was with us.”

Pete gave her a regretful look, “I apologise for her injuries, I have no real excuse or reason for it.”

Christa looked at him, “I guess you do a lot of apologising for him.”

Pete gave her a nod, before looking at the others, “Carver’s guys found me after that Lurker got me, took the leg. They’ve had me filling guns, they came back with Sarah a couple days after that.”

“Sarah,” Said Rebecca, walking over, “are you alri—”

Sarah got up and walked away. Frowning, Christa leaned down and whispered into Clementine’s ear, “Go talk to her.”

“Why me?” Clementine whispered back.

“Because you’re a people person,” Responded Christa, “and you have a calming effect on people.”

Clementine gave Christa a sour look before walking over to Sarah, “Hey.”

Sarah looked at Clementine, “You’re the girl that Nick shot.”

“Yeah.”

“Did it hurt?” Asked Sarah, tilting her head.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you with them?” Asked Sarah, as Clementine crouched down.

“We made the mistake of letting them stay for the night.” Said Clementine, “Did… you know them?”

Sarah nodded, “They left me behind in the cabin when they left.”

Clementine blinked, “…what?”

“The day after Nick shot you.” Said Sarah, “Pete and Nick went to get fish, Nick came back, and everyone left, Carver found me in the cabin. They all abandoned me and left Pete to die.”

Clementine didn’t know how to process that particular nugget on information, so she just nodded and sat down next to Sarah.

T

Sarah didn’t say anything to other members of her former group, despite Carlos trying to engage with her. Clementine was taken to the armoury by Bonnie to fill up magazines, where the woman gave her a coat she’d found at the Ski lodge, then another woman appeared and took Clementine to the greenhouses, where the guy missing his arm had her and Sarah pruning a pair of plants.

“…Did… did they talk about me?” Asked Sarah, making Clementine pause.

“I… I don’t think so.” Answered Clementine, “I didn’t stick around them very much. Except for Rebecca, but I think that was just to tell them if she started giving birth.” Clementine bit her bottom lip, “…What do you do here?”

“I do as I’m told.” Said Sarah, “Carver’s had me learn some first aid with another doctor he has here. Is it true you stabbed him?”

“Yeah.”

The door to the greenhouse opened and admitted Carver, with Reggie stuttering greetings to him.

“Sarah,” Carver looked at her, “take Clementine to Tavia, the guys need more nails.”

Sarah nodded, before leading Clementine away. Sarah left her with Tavia and went over to a doctor that was supervising Carlos and Sarita. Clementine found Kenny and Mike trying to fight, with Christa between them.

“I’d expect this from Clementine and another kid, not two grown adults.” Grunted Christa, as Kenny tried to shove her out of the way.

“What are you doing?” Asked Clementine, getting their attention.

“Nothing, they’re acting like children, Clem.” Said Christa, stepping away from Mike and Kenny, giving the pair a warning look.

Clementine frowned but carried the bucket of nails over to them.

“Lift with your legs, Clem.” Admonished Christa, “Not your back.”

Clementine immediately straightened her back and bent her legs, with Christa sighing and taking the bucket, “How’s your leg?”

“Still hurts.” Said Clementine, “that doctor said it’s a light sprain, whatever that means.”

“It’ll heal in a couple of weeks.” Sighed Christa, “We’ll—”

Christa was cut off by some Walkers breaking through the glass. Everything became a mad dash, Clementine managed to deal with a Walker, before she been forced to deal with another after it chased her into another room. A Walker grabbed her sprained leg, resulting in a stab of pain to run up the length of her leg, letting out a short scream, Clementine tried to kick the Walker away from her. The Walker was wrenched away from her, with Christa shoving it towards one of Carver’s guards. Clementine grabbed her ankle, freezing when she felt something wet. Removing her hand, Clementine stared at the blood, before her eyes zeroed in on the bite mark on her left ankle.

Christa looked at Clementine, spotting the bite mark and freezing. Christa was suddenly shoved to the side, as Mike advanced on Clementine with a line of cord. Dropping down, Mike quickly located a tear in Clementine’s trouser leg and pulled it part, before roughly tourniqueting the leg and picking Clementine up. The man ran out of the store, with Christa following after him.

T

Christa’s leg bounced as she sat in the yard, she’d been guided in by Sarah, while Carver’s doctor worked with Carlos and Sarita. The sound of the gate opening made Christa look up, Mike was walking in with Kenny, Sarita, Carlos and Nick. Rushing to her feet, Christa made her way over to them.

“Is Clementine alright?” Christa looked around them, “Where is she?”

“Abrahms is watching her,” Said Carlos, “we had to cut her leg off.”

Kenny let out a growl, “Where do we go from here?”

“What do you mean?” Asked Nick, looking Kenny.

“That Luke fella flagged me down,” Explained Kenny, “He wanted a radio, said something about knowing their guard schedules.”

“How’re we going to get him one?” Asked Rebecca, as Christa frowned.

“Would telling Carver about him get us out of here?” Asked Christa, sending them into silence, “We’re here because of you, you led Carver to the ski lodge and got Walter killed, and you killed Matthew.”

“We couldn’t control any of that.” Said Carlos, as Rebecca gave Christa a glare.

“Clementine only got bit because Carver brought her here.” Stated Christa, as Pete went over to them.

“And it’ll take a few weeks before she’d be fit to travel.” Said Pete, looking around them, “Christa’s right, her, Clementine and the group they were with were only attacked because Carver caught up with you. Besides,” he gave Nick a hard look, “Bonnie and Vince are already working on getting us out of the yard.”

“What about Reggie?” Asked Nick, looking around, “Maybe he’ll help.”

“Reggie isn’t getting back in.” Said Sarah, matter-of-factly, “He’s been out here since we left the first time and he’s done enough to get out of here, but they’ve just ignored him.”

Kenny let out a snort, his eyes glancing towards the man at his place by the fire.

T

Meanwhile, inside the makeshift hospital area in the community, Dr Abrahms silently watched the girl as she slept. Carver had appeared and watched her with him.

“Why are you here, Bill?” Asked Abrahms, not looking away from her.

“That girl’s a survivor.” Said Bill, “She and her caretaker saw me off when I stumbled across their group.”

“Really?” Abrahms frowned, turning his head to look at Bill, “Why’d you bring them in?”

“We tracked our people to them, probably got half the story.” Carver frowned, “Things got a bit out of hand, one of the guys in that group saw us gathering our people up and shot Johnny.”

“Makes you wonder what they’ve been through if they don’t trust and assume the worst of people.” Said Abrahms, before sighing, “Sarah and Pete should be let out of the pen, they’ve learnt their lesson, and I’m concerned at how Pete’s leg’ll progress if he’s kept out there throughout winter.”

Carver sighed, “Anything else?”

“I think that nurse would do well if she was in here.” Said Abrahms, before sighing, “What’s going on, Bill?”

“What?”

“Your obsession with Rebecca and her baby, the state Carlos was in when you brought him in, what you’ve been doing to Alvin.” Abrahms glared at Bill, “I followed you because you were reasonable and honest. I thought you weren’t like Negan. Now, I’m not sure. Yes, I understand that Alvin killed George, but that man was a full-on bastard.”

“Dan,” Abrahms looked away from Carver and at Shel, “Russell’s injured himself.”

Abrahms sighed, before grabbing a first aid kit and looked at Carver, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Carver watched as the doctor left with Shel, before looking at Clementine, “I know you’re awake.”

Clementine opened her eyes and looked at him, “You lied. You weren’t gathering Rebecca and the others, you were taking all of us prisoner.”

“Those are the same thing.” Dismissed Carver, looking down at Clementine, “You know that better than the others.”

“They’re not the same thing.” Argued Clementine, “Gathering people doesn’t include tying them up.”

“Why are you so upset for them?” Asked Carver, “Sarah told me that Nick shot you, that nurse you and your caretaker were with said that Nick shot a guy in your group.”

“I’ve shot people.” Dismissed Clementine, “I’m not going to hold it against him.”

“You should.” Said Carver, “You and I are more alike than you’d think, Clementine.”

“I’m nothing like you.”

“Aren’t you?” Questioned Carver, “You’ve killed, I’ve killed. You’ve survived, I’ve survived. You know your way around a gun, and you can handle Lurkers better than so many people older than you. Our doctor told me how you stitched yourself up.”

“Everyone does all those things.”

“Sarah doesn’t,” Said Carver, “Becca doesn’t. Do you really think everyone knows how to use a gun?”

Clementine was silent, getting a smirk from Carver, “You only got bit because you sprained your leg a few days ago, everyone’s seen the limp. I’m willing to bet that you sprained your leg after Nick shot you.”

Clementine chewed the inside of her cheek, refusing to respond to Carver.

“You’ll move on from this,” Mused Carver, “because that’s what we do.”

T

Sarah watched as her former group and Clementine’s group argued. The sight made her upset, the only ones of the former group who were against leaving Clementine behind were Rebecca and Pete. Pete had said that if they left, he wasn’t going with them. Sarah supposed that Rebecca refusing also had something to do with Alvin being stuck in Carver’s office. Clementine had her leg cut off and her group was fighting to stay with her, while Sarah’s former group, her dad had left her behind and ran away.

Rebecca had said they’d gone back, but Luke had said they’d bring Clementine back and they took care of their own. They didn’t, Clementine was found by someone else, and they left her behind and Pete to die.

The gate opening got everyone’s attention, with Tavia walking in with Troy, “Sarah, Pete, you’re getting out of here.”

Tavia looked amongst the group that Carver brought in, “Who’s from the group that girl was in?”

Christa straightened up and marched over, followed by Kenny and Sarita, “Where is she?”

“She’s being watched by our doctor,” Said Tavia, “but, he’s convinced Bill to let you guys out. Don’t screw this up.”

Sarah gently tugged on Christa’s sleeve, “I can take you to her.”

T

Abrahms frowned as Stan measured Clementine’s leg, “Are you sure you’ve got the right materials?”

“I’ve got enough to make seven prosthetics,” Dismissed Stan, “The ones I’m making for her and Pete, they’ll be able to put them on and get walking before they know it.”

Abrahms continued to frown, before he heard Sarah leading some people, presumably Clementine’s group, into the medical area.

“I’ve got hers already sketched up,” Said Stan, still focusing on Clementine’s leg, “it’ll have to be adjustable, so it can ‘grow’ with her, but hopefully, she’ll be walking again before the year is out.”

“Will I be able to walk like I used to?” Asked Clementine, looking at Stan.

“Dan does,” Stan gestured towards Abrahms, “He and I were in the same unit together, dumb bastard stood on a landmine. Lee, our squad leader, had to apply first aid on our doctor. Heh, Sam and I found it hilarious.”

“Yeah, everyone was laughing until Lee punched Sam and broke his neck.” Said Abrahms, “Hell, I’m still splitting my sides about it.”

“Yeah,” Stan sighed, “Lee was a great guy, but his wife… not so much.”

“Was he a history teacher?” Asked Clementine, getting the men’s attention.

“Yeah… how’d you know that?” Asked Stan, leaning back, “Did… did you meet him?”

“He found me when everything ended.” Said Clementine, as Sarah led Kenny, Sarita and Christa into the medical area, “He looked after me, until he got bit.”

“Damn.” Stan bowed his head, with Abrahms doing the same, “How many does that make now?”

“Well,” Abrahms scratched his neck, “Sam got his neck broken by a coffee table. Clara, Danny, Mick and Razer were killed by that landmine. Al blew her brains out in the first few days. Skip, Dick, Tom and Harry were eaten by the dead. Del’s god knows where. You and me are here, and we now know that Lee’s dead… Shit, it’s just us left.”

“Fuck.”

“Hi.” Sarah waved at them, before pointing at the three adults, “They wanted to see Clementine.”

“Well, I’m just about finished.” Said Stan, getting up, “I’ll get to work on her leg tomorrow, since I’m going to attaching Pete’s to him.”

Abrahms gave the man a wave as he left, before giving Clementine and her group some privacy.

T

Christa swore she heard Kenny muttering darkly as he looked at an engine, “How bad is it?”

“Why did Clem have to mention I worked on a vehicle?” Grumbled Kenny, “When she’s walkin’, she’s gonna be helpin’ me.”

“She also mentioned that you were a commercial fisherman.” Said Russell, a teen from Carver group, “but it’s winter and we’re nowhere near water.”

“Yeah, well—” Kenny’s retort was cut off by a gunshot. Alarmed, the three rushed back inside, in time to witness Reggie get shot in the head. A couple feet from him, Carver was on his back and staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Is he…?” Christa looked to the source of the voice, a girl a couple of years older than Clementine.

“Yes.” Said Abrahms, getting up from his knees, “We—”

A bullet impacted the top of Carver’s head, putting him down before her turned.

“Need to do that.” Finished Abrahms, looking for the source of the shot. Clementine stood with a gun pointed at Carver’s corpse, as brunette supporting her.

“Well, that solves one problem.”

Everyone looked from Carver’s body to a guy holding a restrained Luke, “Caught him trying to steal food.”

Troy immediately raised his gun and aimed at Luke, making Abrahms draw a pistol and aim it at Troy. Tavia aimed at Abrahms, Vince aimed at Tavia, Vera aimed at Vince, Wyatt aimed at Vera, Tyler aimed at Wyatt, Shel aimed at Tyler, Tisha aimed at Shel, Russell aimed at Tisha, Lowell aimed at Russell, Bonnie aimed at Lowell, and Hank, the guy holding Luke, aimed at Luke’s head.

Clementine, after a moment raised Shel’s spare gun and aimed it at Hank.

“Put it down, Dan.” Said Tavia, after a moment.

“Christa,” Said Dan, after a moment, “can you take the kids to that closet over there?”

Hank pointed his gun at Clementine, “No one moves!”

Vince gave a small snarl, “Everyone, drop your guns.”

“Like hell!” Shrieked Tisha, moving her gun from Shel to Vince, “We’re not fucking stupid.”

“You look stupid.” Said Clementine, resulting in Tisha aiming at her.

Unseen by almost everyone, Christa slipped into the weapon closet and took enough guns for her group and Luke’s group, discreetly handing weapons to each person as she passed them, before giving a gun to Kenny.

After a moment, Christa and the two groups aimed at Carver’s guys.

“Oh, look.” Said Abrahms dryly, “You’re out numbered.”

Troy took his gun off Luke and aimed at Rebecca’s abdomen, “Fine.”

A sawn-off shotgun pressed against the back of Troy’s head.

“I never liked you,” Stated Stan, “you fucking psychopath.”

Slowly, Vera lowered her gun, with Becca taking it from her, as Wyatt switched to aim at Tyler. Hank, deciding he’d had enough, shot at Clementine. The resulting fire fight was short, with both Stan and Abrahms killing Troy, Vince taking a hit to the shoulder from Tavia. Tisha, Tyler and Lowell hit their targets in non-fatal areas, while they themselves and Tavia were gunned down fairly quickly. Hank turned his gun on Kenny and shot his left eye out. Vera, taking her gun from Becca, shot Hank in the face. Abrahms, stepping over the dead, rushed over to Shel, where she was kneeling over Clementine and pressing down on a bullet wound near the centre of her chest.

“Let me look.” Abrahms examined Clementine, “There isn’t much bleeding, and her breathing isn’t laboured.”

Carefully lifting the girl up, Abrahms checked her back, finding an exit wound, “She’s lucky, an inch in any direction, she’d be dead.”

Carlos glanced at them, before looking up at the office, “I’m going to check on Alvin.”

“Sarah,” Abrahms ordered, “get some medicine and medical supplies and go with him. Sarita, I want you triaging the wounded down here.”

“Who put you in charge?” Demanded Nick, getting a glare from Abrahms.

“In the time of a medical incident, doctors and nurses become the de facto leaders until the chain of command is reestablished after everyone has been treated.” Said Abrahms, “Understood?”

T

Carlos ran his hand down his face, accidentally smearing some of Alvin’s blood on it. Rebecca had gone into labour, while Stan and some others sealed the entrances and exits. The massive herd of Lurkers passed without issue, with Shel and Becca putting down anyone who’d been killed by being shot in the chest. Kenny, and the other wounded, were tended to by Abrahms, Christa and Sarita helped Rebecca give birth.

“How is he?” Wyatt’s voice made Carlos jump.

“He’ll live.” Said Carlos, “But it’ll be a long recovery.”

Wyatt nodded, “We’re going to fall back on some of the expansion efforts, use some of the supplies to reinforce our walls.”

Carlos nodded, before walking down the stairs and looked around. Nick and Mike were keeping the damaged door shut, while Stan worked on it.

“I think they’re starting to leave.” Said Mike, making Nick crouched down and look at them, “We can stop holding the door down now.”

“You can stop holding it down when I say you can.” Said Stan, “We don’t want any getting in if you’re wrong.”

The two men grumbled, but didn’t move.

T

“We’ve got a few working cars,” Kenny looked around, “so we can get our asses outta here soon.”

“We could stay here for the winter,” Said Christa, “move on when it’s warmer and safer.”

“It’d also give Clem and Pete more time to heal up,” Added Luke, “I don’t know about you, but the cold makes me ache.”

“You got your ass kick.” Said Mike, bluntly, “Of course the cold’s gonna make you ache.”

“But, Christa’s right,” Said Jane, “we have enough to last us through to spring and it’d be safer to stay here until our injured and young are ready to be moved.”

Kenny frowned, he didn’t like the idea of staying, but he knew solid reasoning when he saw it. It’s something Lee would’ve thought about.

“Well,” Grunted Kenny, “let’s how this pans out.”

Below the office, Clementine, Becca and Sarah were showing three people who turned up a few days after the herd passed through, showing them where they sleep and worked during the day.

Coming back into the main area, Clementine saw Rebecca and Alvin looking at their baby, Abrahms and Sarita were checking the injured, Clementine absently rubbed the bullet wound, and Kenny and the others were coming down from the office. Luke and Jane went off somewhere, while Mike, Bonnie, Russell and Nick went to stand watch. Clementine let Sarah guide her over to the other injured, just as Kenny dropped down next to Sarita, as Carlos checked on Alvin and the baby.

“What are you gonna call him?” Asked Kenny, looking over at them.

“We haven’t really discussed it,” Confessed Rebecca, “We were so worried about Carver finding us and we couldn’t agree on if he was a boy or a girl.”

“I,” Alvin coughed, “I can’t think of anything.”

“You could name him after his father.” Suggested Kenny, looking from the baby to Alvin, “We could call him AJ for short.”

“He does look kinda like an Alvin.” Agreed Clementine, before tilting her head and squinting her eyes, “But, if you squint, he also kinda looks like a potato.”

Alvin started to laugh, before grabbing his chest and wincing, “Ooh, it hurts when I laugh.”

“I think you’re right,” Said Rebecca, after a moment, “I think AJ will suit him.”

“He’s beautiful.” Murmured Alvin, as AJ slept.

“Wait a few weeks,” Warned Kenny, “he’ll cry though the nights and makin’ all sorts of mess.”

“Don’t be disgusting, Kenny.” Reprimanded Christa, sitting next to Clementine, “There are little ears about.”

Clementine gave Christa a disgruntled look, as they all made quiet conversation. No one knew how long they’d actually be here, but they had to make the best of it.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Asked Rebecca, “Shoot her.”

“She’s only like this because we put her in there.” Snapped Luke, “We gotta make this right.”

“You can do that by shooting her.”

Pete quickly crossed the distance, pulling some laces out of his pocket and fashioned them into a makeshift tourniquet. Carlos, after a moment, joined them.

“Luke, start a fire,” Ordered Carlos, “we’ll need it to cauterise the wound, and get something for her to bite down on, I doubt she wants to lose her tongue.”

“There’s an axe in the shed, Nick,” Pete looked at his nephew, “get it.”

“This is ridiculous.” Scoffed Rebecca, as Alvin winced, “What?”

“Nothing.” Alvin looked away and headed back into the cabin.

Rebecca looked back at the girl, just as Pete brought the axe down on her leg. Rebecca winced as the girl’s muffled screams and wails reached her ears. She saw Luke heating a shovel in the fire he’d built and when it was glowing red, her pressed it against the bleeding stump of the girl’s leg, earning another muffled scream and wail.

Then, the girl passed out. The three men stood, with Luke picking her up. Rebecca felt herself freeze as Luke passed her, giving her a glare as he did. The girl looked so small, like a child. Rebecca shook her head; the girl was a child. A child she’d advocated to killing.

Luke gently put Clementine on the spare bed.

“What do we do if she turns?” Asked Carlos, as he wrapped some bandages around the stump.

“Then we deal with her.” Said Pete, “But, only if she turns.”

Carlos sighed as he finished up, “Hopefully, that’ll hold.”

Luke nodded, as they headed downstairs.

B

Clementine woke up to Sarah sitting next to her bed, staring at her, “What?”

Clementine suddenly gagged and threw up, before she fell back onto the bed, “Ow.”

The bedroom door opened, allowing Carlos to see Clementine awake with vomit on the floor.

“I threw up.” Mumbled Clementine, “Sorry.”

“We have to go.” Said Carlos, as Luke picked Clementine up, “Nick and Pete spotted Carver.”

Over the course of an hour, they were walking through the forest. Clementine had been silent the entire time, Luke had been trying to get her to talk, but wasn’t having any success. Clementine was staring at her legs, her mind both empty and racing with thoughts.

“You hear that, Clem?” Said Luke, trying to get her to talk, “Sounds like some birds got lost while migrating.”

Clementine blinked and said nothing.

“C’mon, Clem,” Urged Luke, “You gotta say something, you can’t go through your life without talking.”

Clementine was silent.

“Okay,” He paused, “How about something to eat?”

Clementine was silent.

“Clem,” Luke sighed, “You gotta eat.”

“We can camp here.” Called Carlos, “Get some rest and eat.”

Luke gently placed Clementine on the ground, careful not to jar her stump. Clementine lied down and rolled onto her side, her back facing Luke. Luke sighed, before going over to the others.

“How is she?” Asked Pete, as Luke sat down.

“She’s still not talking.” Sighed Luke, “And we all know she isn’t eating.”

“That’s hardly a surprise.” Said Pete, “She’s probably still in shock.”

“Should…” Nick glanced around, “Should we just cut her loose? I mean, she’s a liability to us.”

“So’s Rebecca.” Said Pete, giving Nick a piercing look, “That Lurker only came because it heard your gunshot.”

Sarah looked over at Clementine, before getting up and wandering over to her.

“Sarah—” Pete waved Carlos off, watching as Sarah spoke to Clementine. They watched as Sarah stood there for a moment, before nodding. Luke felt a flicker of hope form in his chest.

“Clementine wants a gun.”

And it went out.

“Why?” Asked Rebecca, frowning.

“She didn’t say.” Said Sarah, making the woman get up.

“This…” Alvin sighed, “isn’t going to end well.”

Clementine heard someone walk up to her, she wondered if it was Sarah with the gun she asked for.

“Why do you want a gun?” Came Rebecca’s voice, making Clementine internally groan.

“Why do you think?”

Rebecca gave Clementine an unimpressed look, “Look, I understand—”

“No, you don’t!” Snapped Clementine, flipping over, “You’re not a liability that has to be carried everywhere! You’re not feeling something that supposed to be gone! Y-you’re not supposed to be dead!” Clementine sucked in a couple of shuddery breaths, “Why? Why couldn’t you have just killed me?”

Rebecca swallowed, before crouching down next to Clementine, “I know that…I wasn’t the most welcoming to you, and I have no excuse for it. But they cut your leg off because you deserved to live, Clem.”

Clementine scoffed, “Really? Because all of you’ve forgotten that I lost my leg, not my hearing.”

Rebecca didn’t try to hide her wince, “Okay, I know that we’ve given you no reason to trust us, but we want to help you, Clementine.”

Clementine swallowed, before pulling herself into a sitting position.

Rebecca worried Clementine was going to ask for a gun again.

“I can still feel my leg.” Clementine’s voice was small.

Rebecca let out a relieved sigh, “I think Carlos can help with that.”

B

“Are you sure sending Luke and Nick was a good idea?” Asked Rebecca, as Pete held Clementine steady while she looked through some binoculars. Nick and Pete had found her bag down at the fishing place the morning they left.

“Luke’s taken the gun off Nick.” Said Clementine, “There’s a guy walking up to them.”

“What does he look like?” Asked Carlos, as Pete helped Clementine down.

“He had a gun, and his hood was up.” Said Clementine, “He didn’t look like he was going to attack them.”

“Do you think we’re gonna have to go to them?” Asked Alvin, as they heard someone running up to them.

A moment later, Luke and the guy from the bridge appeared. The guy looked at Clementine’s leg, “Is she…?”

“Yeah.” Gasped Luke, catching his breath.

“I think my group’ll help.” Said the guy.

B

Kenny scowled at the group Matthew was leading up the mountain, “What the fuck is this?”

“I have a good reason.” Said Matthew, “They’ve got a girl with them, they had to cut her leg off.”

“Why?” Sarita appeared at Kenny’s side.

“She got bit.” Answered Matthew, getting a sigh from Kenny.

Kenny remembered Lee, how they cut his arm off in an effort to save his life. He assumed it didn’t work, given how he couldn’t find the rest of the group when he made his way out of Savannah. He felt horrible, they all died, and he was the only one left. Part of him was angry at Clementine, but he knew that the girl was manipulated by the fucker on the radio. Hell, he himself heard the guy say he had Clementine’s parents.

“Alright,” Sighed Kenny, “Let’s see ‘em.”

Matthew gave him a relieved smile, before gesturing to the group it was safe to approach. Sighing again, Kenny looked up and froze. He recognised that hat. Sure, it could be a different hat, but the messy hair and amber eyes with it told him who it was, “Clementine?”

The guy carrying Clementine stopped, as Clementine looked up, “Kenny?”

A scuffle and a thud signalled Clementine forcing herself out of the guy’s arms, before she quickly hopped over to Kenny and buried her face in his chest, releasing a muffled, “I thought you were dead.”

“Clementine.” An annoyed voice barked, “You’ve opened your wound up, again.”

B

Clementine watched as everyone ran outside, trying to stop the wind turbine from drawing any Walkers to them. She wanted to go out and help, but her leg prevented her from moving. They’d placed her with Rebecca, up on the balcony, when they heard rapid gunshots.

“What’s that?” Asked Rebecca, her voice shaking slightly.

“Sounds like a gun.” Said Clementine, as someone walked into the lodge.

Soon, Clementine was kneeling on the ground floor of the lodge as a man in the fur-collared coat stalked in front of them. One of his guys got shot, which led him to killing Walter, a member of Kenny’s group. The guy grabbed Alvin and started to march him towards the window. As fast as she could, Clementine found herself frantically hopping towards the man and Alvin. She’d just reached them when the man pulled the trigger, killing Alvin. The man turned and looked at Clementine, before grabbing her.

Kenny glared at the man as he walked into the lodge with his hands raised.

B

Clementine watched a red-haired measured her remaining leg.

“Do you have the other shoe?” Asked the woman, with a southern accent.

“It’s in my bag.” Muttered Clementine, getting a nod from the woman.

“Okay,” the woman nodded, “I’ll talk to Bill on our way back.”

Clementine watched as the woman walked off, with Clementine looking at a butterfly on the tree. While she waited for Sarah to finish, Clementine stared around her. Soon after, she and Sarah were back in the truck, with Carver giving Clementine a slap for ‘being rude’ to him.

Clementine felt her missing foot hurt, before the truck stopped and they were led out of the truck and into a large store.

Clementine, being supported by Sarah, was led away from the rest of the group and into a work area.

“Oh,” Said A tall dark-skinned man with a thick beard, “You must that girl Bonnie talked about, c’mere, I have something that might help.”

Clementine, still supported by Sarah, reluctantly limped forwards, the man quickly grabbing her and putting her on the desk.

“This is probably my best work,” Said the man, attaching something to Clementine’s stump, “Bonnie came in with the shoe, so I integrated it with the rest of the leg. It’s adjustable, so you can lengthen it as you grow.”

Clementine frowned at the leg, before tentatively putting her weight on it.

“Of course, you’ll need to practice walking with it,” Said the man, “I’ve already cleared it with Bill, the sooner you learn, the sooner you can help.”

Clementine gave him a small nod, before she limped away, Sarah helping her keep her balance.

B

“What is she doing?” Asked Nick, as Clementine limped her way around the yard.

“Learning how to walk with a prosthetic.” Said Reggie, as Clementine stumbled slightly, “I think.”

While Clementine and Sarah had been gone, Carlos had been taken to work on some people and Kenny had talked to Reggie and gotten some information about the place. After being told it was time to go to sleep, Clementine uncomfortably lowered herself onto the ground and went to sleep.

B

Clementine winced as her leg hurt, but she’d made good progress with walking on it. Her limp was almost unnoticeable, and she could go at a light jog. She had watched Jane kick a walker’s leg out and drive a screwdriver into the monster’s brain. Deciding to follow the older woman’s example, Clementine kicked the prosthetic leg out and stabbed it in the head with a hunting knife when it came down. Glancing to the side, Clementine saw Sarah whaling on a walker with a baseball bat, while another girl tried to shove a machete through a Walker’s chin and into its brain.

Clementine noticed another Walker stumbling up to her, with her repeating the technique Jane was using and dispatched the Walker. Soon afterwards Troy and Tavia had Bonnie take her, Sarah, the other girl and Jane back inside, while they went to the treeline. They returned empty handed.

B

Clementine absently rubbed her stump; it had healed enough for her lose some of the bandages. Kenny had been flagged down by Luke and they’d formed a plan to get him a radio. Initially, Clementine had been volunteered to get the radio, until Mike pointed out her missing leg. After some discussion, Jane had, reluctantly, gone and got the radios. Clementine had been taken by Shel and was walking on it when Bonnie came to collect her. Reaching the yard, Clementine saw a beaten and bruised Luke and a ranting Carver. Everything happened so fast, Kenny produced the radio and was beaten with it. Her mind going back to Alvin, Clementine tried to run forwards, only for Troy to hit her with his gun.

Then, everything was dark.

Clementine didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but she was aware of two things. One; her face hurt, and two; her leg was missing. Sitting up, Clementine looked around the yard, there was no one here. She tried to hop over to the other beds, but just hit the ground.

“Careful, Clementine.”

Clementine froze, before looking up as Carver stepped out of the shadows, “You could hurt yourself.”

“W-where’s everyone?” Clementine tried to crawl away from him, but he reached her in a few strides.

“They’re gone.” Said Carver, “They left you here. All of them.”

Clementine froze, “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Asked Carver, “I distinctly remember Kenny saying you got your whole group killed, mentioned some Lee guy in particular.”

Clementine felt her throat grow tight.

“Said you should’ve died from that bite, like Lee was forced to.” Drawled Carver, “And Luke, he said you should’ve tried harder to save Alvin, Rebecca and the others agreed with him. Hell, even that Indian woman and her friend blame you for, what was his name? Walter? Walter’s death.”

Clementine swallowed as Carver grabbed her, “You’re alone.”

Clementine felt Carver shaking her, before she heard someone tell her to wake up. The next second, Clementine bolted upright, as Pete leaned back on his heels.

“You alright?” Asked Pete, as Clementine looked around. The group was still here, Carlos was leaning over Kenny and her leg was discarded next to a chair. Frowning, Clementine looked at her stump.

“Yeah, Carver was going to take it, but Carlos managed to convince him to leave it here.” Said Pete, before getting up and returning it to her, “C’mon, Jane’s should be back soon.”

“Where is she?” Asked Clementine, as Pete helped her up.

“She’s setting up the speakers to play and attract the herd Luke told us about.” Explained Pete, as he guided Clementine over to the group, “Bonnie’s helping us, we’re just waiting on her signal.”

Clementine nodded, resting her weight on her remaining leg. Kenny slowly made his way over, joining them as they waited.

B

Things went to shit. Kenny killed Carver, bashing his head in with a crowbar, Clementine, Pete and Rebecca stayed and watched, they’d smeared themselves in Walker guts and Jane killed Troy by shooting him in the crotch. Luke had asked Sarah to stay near Clementine and they’d started walking through the herd.

Then Carlos was shot, Matthew was devoured, and Sarita got bit. Sarah ran off, but Pete, Luke and Nick managed to catch up to her and guide her towards the forest. Clementine met up with Rebecca and Jane and quickly joined them.

“You guys alright?” Asked Luke, as Sarah cried.

“Rebecca’s in pain and my leg hurts,” Clementine shrugged, “but, I think we’re alright.”

Luke nodded, before they started off to the meet up site.

B

Kenny arrived with Sarita, giving everyone a dark glare, before they stopped at a bench.

“We’re gonna need stuff, supplies.” Said Pete, looking around, “Warm clothes, stuff to help Rebecca.”

“Kenny was a dad before.” Said Clementine, looking around them, “He could help.”

“Being a father and delivering a child are two very different things.” Refuted Pete, “It might not help.”

“Clem could try and talk to him.” Suggested Bonnie, “It could help.”

Pete wasn’t convinced but didn’t stop Clementine from going over to him. They heard Kenny shouting, before Clementine turned around and limped away.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” Said Clementine, limping towards Rebecca.

Sighing, Pete instructed Luke and Nick to keep watch for Walkers, before asking Mike and Bonnie to go down to museum and scavenge anything they find there, he looked at Clementine, and asked her to go with Jane to the visitor’s centre. Choosing to keep an eye on Rebecca and Sarah, Pete sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, Clementine limped after Jane, before coming to a stop next to a closed giftshop. Jane asked her to keep an eye out, with Clementine looking through some binoculars out at the landscape. She spotted a town and a few other points of interest, before she caught sight of a guy walking towards them.

After greeting him, Clementine didn’t have any time to stop Jane from grabbing him and threatening him. Clementine, after being told to by Jane, Clementine checked the bag the guy had dropped. Upon seeing the medicine in the bag, Clementine was faced with a choice; take the bag or give it back. Kenny, Luke and Rebecca could use it, but the guy said it was for his sister. There was only enough for one dose. Thinking it through, Clementine closed the bag and gave it back to the guy.

With Jane threatening him one last time, the guy left. Clementine watched him leave, before Luke came up to her and she told him what happened. He ran off to talk to Jane, leaving Clementine to limp back to the rest of the group. After getting back to Pete and telling him what happened, the man just sighed and told her to go down to museum and check on Mike and Bonnie.

B

Bonnie bit back a wince as Clementine’s prosthetic leg skidded on part of the floor and sent the girl to the ground with a heavy thud. Mike let out a short laugh, before helping Clementine up.

“You alright, Clem?” Asked Bonnie, as Mike went back to looking for the raccoon.

“Yeah,” Clementine brushed herself down, “I’m fine.”

“That raccoon’s gone.” Said Mike, joining them, “But, at least we got water and a coat for Rebecca.”

Clementine nodded and they walked back to Parker’s Run. They gave Nick a wave, as Mike joined him on watch, with Clementine and Bonnie joining Pete by Rebecca and Sarah.

“How’s things here?” Asked Bonnie, as Rebecca breathed heavily.

“Rebecca’s gotten worse,” Sighed Pete, “Sarah’s not said much, and I don’t know where the hell Luke is.”

“I last saw him with Jane.” Said Clementine, before looking at the bench where Kenny was, “Where’s Kenny?”

“He went into a tent with Sarita.” Answered Pete, “Given his attitude towards you earlier, I felt it was best to leave him alone.”

Clementine nodded, before walking over to the tent and ducking inside. Pete sighed, “Why am I not surprised?”

A couple minutes later, Clementine exited the tent followed by Kenny. After quickly triaging Rebecca, Nick told them about some Walkers coming towards them, which led them to falling back to the giftshop Clementine mentioned. Where they found Luke and Jane having sex.

“Are you two fuckin’ kidding me?!” Demanded Kenny, giving them a dark glare, “There’s a baby comin’, and we got Walkers on our asses and you two a rollin’ in the hay like a pair of fuckin’ teenagers?!”

Luke opened his mouth to argue, only for Pete to give him a fierce look.

“Go help the others, both of you.” Ordered Pete, before looking at Sarah, “Sarah, I want you to stay near Kenny and Rebecca.” He looked at Kenny, “She’s read a few medicine books, hopefully it’ll all kick in.”

Kenny gave him a nod, giving ordered to Sarah. They’d just managed to close and lock the gate when the Walkers reached them. Pete glanced at Clementine, the girl twisting her hunting knife in her hand. The sounds of Rebecca screaming as she gave birth continued to attract Walkers. They put the Walkers down as they arrived, Pete had worried that the gate might collapse, but them putting the Walkers down as they arrived eased those worried, especially since they’d stumble over themselves.

When the screaming stopped, Clementine rushed into the giftshop, for a moment they worried that the baby didn’t make it, until he started crying.

B

Jane left during the night, with Kenny and Luke almost having a set to when Luke got upset. There’d been the disagreement about when they should head out to the town. Luke wanted to wait a few days for Rebecca to recover, whereas Kenny wanted to leave first thing in the morning.

Clementine sided with Kenny, stating that they didn’t have anything to make Rebecca better. Pete had understood her logic, especially since Rebecca needed more than just rest. She needed medicine and a doctor, neither of which they had.

Luke was giving Kenny and Clementine dark looks, while Pete and Nick walked ahead. They’d walked a while, before Rebecca had to rest. Then some Russian guy turned up, saying that Clementine and Jane robbed him, which Clementine said was a lie. Things got tense, they pointed their guns at each other.

Then Rebecca turned, and Clementine put her down. Then the shootout began.

They’d managed to get to cover, Kenny shooting the Russian woman in the chest, Clementine rushed out and grabbed the baby, before she ducked behind a wall with Luke, only for the young man to get shot in the leg. One of the Russian’s was shot in the leg and killed by Kenny, the remaining Russian started shooting wildly, prompting Kenny to grab the younger one, Clementine said his name was Arvo, and hold him hostage. Arvo’s sister reanimated and Clementine put her down, making Arvo wrench himself free from Kenny, leaving the man open to attack from the remaining Russian. Then Jane came back, revealing herself by stabbing one of the Russians in the back of the neck, prompting Kenny to shoot him in the head.

Pete looked around, Luke’s leg was bleeding profusely, Clementine’s leg had come off, everyone was shaken up and Rebecca was dead. Pete watched as Arvo observed Clementine’s leg, as the girl unsteadily balanced herself on her remaining foot with her hand on Sarah’s shoulder.

“She’d turned.” Said Pete, making Arvo look up at him, “Your sister. She’d turned.” Pete knelt down and looked Arvo squarely in the eye, “Now, tell me the truth. Did Clementine and Jane steal from you?”

Arvo looked at Pete, before looking down. Pete sighed, looking up at the group, “We need to keep moving.”

Kenny loaded his gun and pointed it at Arvo, resulting in Mike getting between them.

“He knows the area better than we do.” Said Pete, helping Arvo up and looking at him, “Don’t make me regret this. Because if you do anything that get anyone else killed, Kenny will be the least of your worries. I survived Vietnam and the Gulf for a reason.”

Arvo swallowed but nodded.

B

They walked for a few hours, Luke’s leg slowing them down. Clementine suggested that they cut his leg off, playfully saying that then she wouldn’t be the only cripple in the group. That got her a swat from Kenny, along with a short conversation that she wasn’t a cripple. Sarah chimed in saying most cripples were paraplegics.

Arvo had led them to a power station, saying it was the halfway point between where they met to the house. Clementine watched as Pete and Nick took turns watching Arvo, as Bonnie got a fire started. They ended up naming the baby, Kenny suggested that they name him after his father, Alvin. AJ, despite looking cute, obviously had already picked his favourites, since he made all kinds of fuss if anyone by Clementine and Kenny were holding him. Clementine laughed her hat off when AJ threw up all down Nick’s front.

Pete listened to the group talk, silently sighing when he heard Kenny scold Clementine for having a swig of rum.

B

Clementine rushed up behind a Walker that was reaching up for Kenny, jamming her prosthetic into the Walker’s leg and driving her knife into its skull. Watching the corpse flop over, the group quietly moved towards a frozen lake.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Sword Nick, looking at Arvo, “There’s no way that’s going to hold us.”

“It might if we spread out.” Suggested Clementine, “You know, not clump together.”

Everyone stared at Clementine, before Pete sighed, “Alright, let’s give it a shot.”

It took them a while, but they managed to get across the lake safely. They almost didn’t, since Clementine had crossed over a thin patch, most likely made by Arvo’s group ice-fishing, and fell into the water. They ended up shooting the ice and Jane pulled Clementine out, fortunately Clementine’s leg remained attached. Pete didn’t want to worry about finding her a replacement or some crutches.

After lighting a fire and getting Clementine warmed up, Pete had Nick, Bonnie and Mike look for supplies. Fortunately, they found a bag in the house. Pete planned on heading into town, in the hopes of finding more before moving on.

Kenny went outside to work on a truck, and got it to work, Clementine just walked around, offering her help to the others. It was night sooner than they would’ve liked, most of them fell into an uneasy sleep. Halfway through the night, Clementine woke up and wandered outside.

“Don’t you think you, Pete and Kenny are being too hard on the kid?” Asked Mike, looking at Nick.

“He lied about Clem and Jane stealing from him, then his group tried to kill us.” Scoffed Nick, giving Mike a glare.

“I’m just saying.” Defended Mike, before spotting Clementine, “Oh.”

In the blink on an eye, Nick had spun around and reflexively fired a shot. Clementine felt something impact her left shoulder, knocking her to the ground.

Pete, Kenny and Luke suddenly burst out of the house, Pete spotting Clementine and Nick looking shocked and holding the gun.

“Nick, you fucking idiot.” Cursed Luke, hobbling over to Clementine.

Clementine let out a soft groan, as Pete knelt down and lifted her up, “Looks like it went straight through her.” Pete looked at Nick, “Nick, give Mike the gun.”

Nick hurriedly pressed the gun into Mike’s hands, before hurrying off into the house.

B

They loaded everyone into the truck, some of them having to sit in the flatbed. Clementine, Sarah, Luke, Kenny, Jane and AJ were in the cab, while Mike, Nick, Bonnie, Arvo and Pete sat in the flat bed.

“Could really use an RV right now.” Shivered Bonnie, making Luke stick his head out the window, “We’re keeping an eye out for one, but we might have to go back to Howe’s.”

“We ain’t goin’ back there!” Snapped Kenny, casting a glare at Luke.

“We’re going to need more supplies.” Argued Luke, getting a sigh from Pete.

“Maybe we can go and get the supplies and then move on.” Suggested Clementine, looking at them.

“That’s not a bad idea.” Commented Jane, as Kenny growled under his breath.

B

“That everything?”

Clementine looked up at Kenny from the bag she and Sarah were moving.

“Yeah.” Clementine nodded, “Pete’s managed to find an RV with all the stuff inside it.”

Kenny nodded, moving back towards the vehicles. Jane had wanted to stay, which Kenny had been against. The group was splitting in two, Luke, Jane, Bonnie, Mike and Arvo were staying at Howe’s, while Kenny, Pete, Clementine, Sarah, and Nick were going to head to Wellington. Luke and Jane had tried to keep AJ with them, but Clementine had stonewalled them. Eventually they gave up, but Clementine felt that Luke still wanted to fight about it.

“C’mon,” Ordered Pete, “Time to go.”

Clementine and Sarah got on the RV, with Clementine checking on AJ before they sat down. Reaching down and removing her leg, Clementine ran her hand over her stump, watching as Howe’s got smaller in the distance. Feeling Sarah’s cheek resting on her head, Clementine let sleep claim her.

N

Clementine glared at Rebecca, the pregnant woman had been unreasonably hostile ever since she arrived at the cabin. Gripping the kitchen knife she’d taken, Clementine snuck into Rebecca and Alvin’s room. A sick smile on the girl’s face, she plunged the knife into Rebecca’s belly, then she drove it into Rebecca’s throat. Moving around the bed, Clementine arrived at Alvin’s side, surprised that the man hadn’t woken up. Slitting the man’s throat, Clementine watched as blood spilled over the floor. Sighing, the girl slipped out of the room.

Spotting Pete sitting with his back to her, Clementine smirked and tightened her grip on Clementine crept up to him. Noticing Nick asleep on the bed, Clementine’s smirk widened, before she drove the knife into Pete’s back, making the man gasp and start choking on his own blood. Clementine didn’t pay him any mind, pulling the knife out of his back, she moved over to the bed and drove the knife through Nick’s throat.

Sighing, Clementine decided to head downstairs, now she had two choices; get rid of Luke, who was on guard duty, or deal with Carlos, who was sitting with his back to her in the kitchen. Deciding to avoid anyone raising the alarm, Clementine walked up behind Carlos and stabbed him in the back, taking Carlos’s gun. Deciding that she no longer needed to sneak around, Clementine aimed Carlos’s gun at Luke’s back, and fired.

Clementine heard someone behind her, assuming it was the reanimated dead she’d left behind, she turned, only to find Sarah staring at her.

“C-Clementine?” Whimpered Sarah, “W-what are you doing?”

Clementine gave Sarah a sick smile, “Doing what I want.”

Clementine started walking towards her, “Don’t worry.” She cooed, “I’m not going to hurt you. We’re friends, remember?”

Sarah looked around, blood was everywhere, Clementine was covered in it, she was holding a gun and a knife with a disturbing smile plastered on her face. Sarah did the only thing she could think of doing; she screamed.

And felt a sting of pain from someone slapping her. Sarah bolted into a sitting position and looked around. She didn’t know where she was, then it hit her, it was a nightmare. They’d left the cabin, Pete had been got by the Lurker, they’d been captured by Carver, Carver killed Alvin, they’d escaped, her dad had died, Nick died, Rebecca had her baby. Clementine had saved her, twice.

“You okay?” Asked Bonnie, getting a small nod from Sarah.

Clementine was curled up next to Rebecca, who didn’t look too good, and Rebecca’s baby. Taking a few more deep breaths, Sarah looked around, counting their group. Luke, Kenny, Mike, Rebecca, Bonnie, Mike. Looking around, Sarah realised that she couldn’t see Jane. Clementine let out a sleepy hum, before sitting up.

Blinking sleep from her eyes, Clementine looked around, “I heard yelling.”

“Sarah had a nightmare, Clem,” Said Bonnie, “go back to sleep.”

Clementine sleepily nodded and returned to her curled-up position next to Rebecca.

“You better get some more sleep too, Sarah.” Said Bonnie, “We got a long walk ahead of us tomorrow.”

Sarah nodded, reluctantly going back to sleep.

N

Rebecca was dead. They’d moved too soon. She’d sat down for a rest when some Russians had turned up, she’d died and none of them noticed. No, Sarah shook her head, Clementine noticed, she’d spotted Rebecca turning and put her down. There’d been a firefight, Luke was shot in the leg and three of the Russian’s were killed and Jane had come back.

Kenny wanted to kill the Russian, while Clementine made sure the baby was okay, the Russian mentioned a house and supplies, so they had him lead them to the house. They got to a power station that was halfway between the house and where they met the Russian. They’d started a fire and Clementine got Jane to come to the fire, having a swig of a bottle of alcohol that Bonnie had taken from Carver’s community, and got Kenny to bring the baby, Alvin Jr, to the fire so they could be warm.

“You okay, Sarah?” Asked Luke, looking at the girl, “You ain’t said much.”

“Everyone’s dead.” Said Sarah, quietly, “Pete, Alvin, my Dad, Nick, Rebecca. They’re gone.”

Luke sighed, glancing at Clementine, “Yeah, things have got really bad.”

“You still have Luke.” Said Clementine, “And me, and AJ.”

Sarah frowned, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Asked Clementine, frowning.

“You said you’ve seen your friends die.” Said Sarah, slowly, “How do you deal with it?”

Clementine paused, “I guess I keep it to myself until I’m somewhere safe.”

“I am not looking forward to witnessing that.” Muttered Bonnie, as Mike went to check on the Russian.

N

They’d walked until they approached a frozen lake, Clementine killed a Walker which inadvertently summoned a herd. Sarah ended up going ahead with Kenny, Mike, AJ and the Russian. She heard Luke and Clementine yelling about Walkers, and Luke yell out in pain. Sarah turned and looked in their direction, Bonnie was picking off Walkers with Jane, while Luke skidded across the ice and Clementine fell through the ice.

Sarah felt her throat close up, as Jane ran up to the edge of the hole left behind by Clementine. The woman plunged her hands under the water, she searched the water, before she hauled the girl out of the water. The three adults ran towards the shore, making Sarah look ahead of her, where she saw Kenny pinning the Russian down, while Mike held AJ. Jane shot past her, with Bonnie and Luke not far behind.

When she entered the house, Sarah saw Jane frantically trying to light a fire, while Bonnie was giving Clementine CPR.

“What the hell happened?” Demanded Mike, as Luke winced and moved his leg.

“Clem saw the ice was cracking and shoved me.” Said Luke, “She breathed in water, she’s… fuck, I don’t know.”

There was a strangled gasped, followed by someone heaving. Clementine blearily looked around, before coughing up a load of water and passing out. Sarah felt herself calm down, as Jane shifted the soaked girl so she was next to the fire.

N

They’d stayed in the house, Kenny opting to fix a truck in the morning. Sarah had woken up in the night and found the Russian guy straddling Clementine’s chest, trying to kill her. Spotting Clementine’s gun, Sarah grabbed it and, remembering what Clementine told her, pulled the trigger. The Russian’s head jerked to the side, before he toppled over. Almost immediately, AJ started crying and everyone bolted up right, while Clementine coughed.

“What the hell?!” Luke looked around, “Sarah, what did you do?”

“Ar—” Clementine let out a throaty cough, “Arvo, was trying to kill me.”

Luke froze, before looking at Clementine, as the girl breathed heavily and slowly got to her feet.

“I’m…” Clementine blinked and shook her head, “I’m gonna go outside.”

“Why?” Asked Luke, as Clementine gagged.

“Cos I’m gonna throw up.” Struggled Clementine, before she bolted for the door. They heard Clementine retching and coughing, before the girl slowly limped back inside, “I’m okay now.”

Kenny let out a sigh, before grabbing Arvo’s corpse and dragged it outside. Coming back inside, Kenny told everyone to get some sleep.

When Sarah next woke up, Clementine and Kenny had gotten the truck working, the plan was to go back to Howe’s and raid their supplies, before going on to Wellington. Soon, Sarah found herself next to Clementine and AJ, with Bonnie, Mike and Jane all cramped together. Sarah didn’t feel safe around Jane, not after the woman had tried to abandon her twice, and Luke seemed to be keen on her, he abandoned her too, Sarah remembered, he’d been the first to leave after Jane and Clementine arrived. Sarah didn’t know if she could trust Bonnie, and she didn’t know Mike. She didn't know Kenny either, but Clementine did, and Sarah knew Clementine, so if Clementine trusted Kenny, so did Sarah. Deciding that, should it come to it, if the group had to split up, she’d go with Clementine and Kenny. Sarah was brought out of her thoughts by a foul smell and a wailing baby.

Sarah wasn’t sure she liked babies.