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Mercy
Jan 1, 2014 22:41:22 GMT
Post by Michael7123 on Jan 1, 2014 22:41:22 GMT
Aw thanks Mike. You made me feel all warm inside *slowly backs away* Okay then.
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 8:46:10 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 2, 2014 8:46:10 GMT
Aw thanks Mike. You made me feel all warm inside *slowly backs away* Okay then. What? I'm just touched by what you said. Do you think I'm thinking of something disturbing?
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 8:48:01 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 8:48:01 GMT
*slowly backs away* Okay then. What? I'm just touched by what you said. Do you think I'm thinking of something disturbing? your not disturbing,but according to harp,my gay love story i wrote is
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 8:52:38 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 8:52:38 GMT
What? I'm just touched by what you said. Do you think I'm thinking of something disturbing? your not disturbing,but according to harp,my gay love story i wrote is harp is probably a homophob
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Post by Teacakes on Jan 2, 2014 8:54:13 GMT
Save that for another thread, huh deadwaste?
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 9:40:12 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 2, 2014 9:40:12 GMT
The rain was pouring heavy now, damping their spirits even more as they ventured deeper into the woods. Christa and Clementine had come to rest under a large oak, the leaves and branches that stretched high up, reaching for the sky, sheltered them a little from the rain.
Their cloths were damp, water soaked through to the skin. Christa stared out into the pouring rain and shivered, rubbing her arms as she folded them, embracing her own body heat. Her rifle was propped up against the trunk of the tree, by the roots, along with Clementine's back pack.
Christa looked down at her stomach which had bloated in the last few months. Oh god the baby.... What am I going to do?... What am I going to do?! It's not long now, I can't do this, I can't do this, not without-
She looked over at Clementine who was shivering from the cold and dampness of the rain. -Not without Omid.
Clementine adjusted her hat and peered over at Christa who was standing some distance from her, almost as if she couldn't pare to come any closer. She was holding her stomach and sniffling softly. This is all my fault... Now Christa and the baby are going to suffer because of me... The guilt of Omid's death still remained.
"You blame me, don't you?" Clementine asked sombrely.
Christa turned towards her, studying the girl movement closely. She knows that I blame her... I tried to hide it, but she knows... How does she know? I don't want her to think that, I don't want her to think I blame her, I don't want to bring her down with me. "Sweetie I-" Christa began. I can't blame her, I can't blame her.... But I do.... I do blame her, I don't want to but that's how I see it.... I can't let her know that. "Of course not" she lied, the corner of her lip twitched as it formed into a weak smile.
"It's ok if you do...." Clementine said softly.
Christa stared sadly and moved closer to Clementine, kneeling down in front of her on the damp autumn leaves. She took Clementine's hands and stared up at her "I don't blame you Clementine, I swear I don't. What happened back there... It was a mistake... You didn't mean to-" she paused, her own words pained her "-You didn't mean for any of this to happen. I don't blame you Clementine.... Don't blame yourself either, okay?"
"Okay..."
Christa pulled Clementine in close and hugged her, holding her close. You can't let her blame herself... You can't. But the guilt of her lie was eating away at her. Clementine placed her head on Christa's shoulder and hugged her back. Does she blame me? Does she not? I don't know anymore...
The rain poured on around them.
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 9:58:21 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 9:58:21 GMT
uhhhhhhhhhh.i regret joining this thread. and yes,im coping your comment from my story
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 9:59:56 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 2, 2014 9:59:56 GMT
Do you have anything to say about the fic or not?
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 21:30:43 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 2, 2014 21:30:43 GMT
"Finally a stroke of luck" Christa breathed. She and Clementine gazed over the top of the bushes where they crouched at an old forgotten caravan in the centre of the clearing. In one of the windows there was a bright golden glow shinning like a beacon in the middle of the woods.
"You think it's abandoned?" Clementine asked.
"We better not jump to conclusions just yet. Lets have a look around first, see what we can find"
Christa stood up and stepped over the bush, wandering into the camp. There was a pile of logs by her feet, she knelt down for a closer look, to see several red embers to clinging to the damp wood. She poked the logs with her rifle, examining it more closely. "There's a fire over here, looks recently made" Christa commented to Clementine, who was picking up a few lose cans scattered around the area.
"How recent?" She asked.
"How should I know?!" Christa snapped. Clementine flinched and dropped the can. "Sorry I didn't mean-" she sighed deeply, clenching her jaw and rubbing her forehead with her fingers almost as if she had a migraine coming on. Keep it together, Christa. Keep it together. She told herself.
"Lets just keep looking"
Clementine walked over to the bushes and knelt down, studying it closely, obviously intrigued by something "I found something!" She called.
Christa walked over and looked down at Clementine's discovery. There was a small ditch by the roots of the bush, it seemed to be dug by hand. The contents of the ditch was several cans, plastic bottles and what seemed to be an army uniform which was a very curious item. She picked up one of the cans "Empty" she said plainly, dropping it and causing a clatter as it landed on he other cans.
"Lets investigate the caravan" Christa said, turning towards it.
"But what if someone's inside?" Clementine asked worryingly.
"If they were then they would have heard us rooting around out here by now. But we'll be careful just in case"
Christa walked over to he caravan door and pushed it open with her rifle. She peered inside, aiming her rifle around the area before stepping inside, Clementine followed close behind. The caravan looked lived in, however there was no one inside. There was a table by the window and across from the table was the kitchen. Behind them was a sofa along with a bed, which had recently been slept in.
Christa walked over to a lantern which was placed on the table by the window "This must have been the light we saw" she commented, staring deep into the heart of the orange flame. She put her rifle down on the table by the lantern.
Clementine shut the door cautiously as Christa searched the caravan, opening up the cupboard doors in the small kitchen area. She took out two cans and shut the cupboard door "Food at last" Christa breathed.
"I hope it's not bad" Clementine responded.
"Me too"
Clementine paused and looked back at the caravan door as Christa took a can opener from one of the kitchen draws and then moved over to the table.
"Christa..." She began
"Yeah?"
"What if someone comes back. What if this place belongs to someone" she asked.
"If they do then they won't be much of a problem. We'll deal with them" she replied darkly, causing Clementine to shiver. "Come and sit down Clementine" she told her. Clementine did so, sitting down at the table and facing Christa. "You want sweet corn?" She asked.
"Yes please" Clementine answered politely.
Christa opened up the can and handed it to Clementine who spooned the sweet corn out of the can with her fingers "You need to learn how to open a can Clementine, I can't do everything for you"
Clementine paused from eating and swallowed hard "I know"
"You never know when you might end up on your own. You need to know how to look after yourself, even simple things. I'll prepare you in case something happens."
"Like what?" Clementine dared to question.
Christa said nothing, instead you opened up her can and began to eat. Clementine lowered her head and continued to eat in silence.
Once they were finished Christa put the cans in the ditch outside. The cold night air gripped to her damp clothes, sending a shiver down her spine. There was a russell in the bushes at the far end of the clearing. Christa whirled around and squinted into the darkness of the forest. She froze and stared harder only to see nothing but shadows dancing in the dying light of the lantern.
She cautiously walked back to the caravan and stepped back inside. Clementine had gotten settled on the bed, and was slowly drifting off to sleep. She walked over to the lantern and gave the outside world one last look before blowing out the flame, plunging them into darkness.
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 21:35:30 GMT
Post by Master Psychic on Jan 2, 2014 21:35:30 GMT
Cool part.
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Mercy
Jan 2, 2014 21:41:23 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 2, 2014 21:41:23 GMT
Thanks.
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Mercy
Jan 3, 2014 23:08:21 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 3, 2014 23:08:21 GMT
"Mornin'" a voice greeted as Christa came round. She rubbed her eyes sleepily as a sudden realisation began to sink in. There was a man leaning against the kitchen unit, holding her rifle in one hand and waving it around.
Christa was immediately on high alter. Her whole body jerked as she pull Clementine's gun out from her waistband and aimed it at the stranger.
"Woah, woah, woah, cool it lady" he said, putting the rifle down and raising his hands "I'm not going to harm you" he insisted.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" She demanded.
"I could ask you the same question, after all you are sitting on my sofa"
"This is your caravan?" Christa asked.
"Well, not officially down on paper but yeah, you could say that. Look, just put the gun, if I wanted to kill you I would have done it by now. I don't want to hurt you or your daughter"
"She's not my-"
"Or son, I can't really tell yet. It's impossible when they're at that stage" he finished.
"Huh?" Christa asked, confused.
The stranger nodded, gesturing at her stomach. Christa thought for a moment I'm not sure if I should trust him.... You can't trust anyone these days-
"Where's Clementine?" She asked, seeing that she was no longer on the bed.
"The little girl? Oh, she's outside. Don't worry she's fine, come see for yourself." He told her and then left. Christa paused before cautiously following.
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Mercy
Jan 4, 2014 4:02:15 GMT
Post by Michael7123 on Jan 4, 2014 4:02:15 GMT
Keep up the good work TKA.
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Mercy
Jan 4, 2014 9:29:08 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 4, 2014 9:29:08 GMT
Ok Mike
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Mercy
Jan 4, 2014 10:07:29 GMT
Post by Pimp-Hand Lee on Jan 4, 2014 10:07:29 GMT
Moar.
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