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Mercy
Jan 4, 2014 10:10:30 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 4, 2014 10:10:30 GMT
All in good time.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 18:06:08 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 18:06:08 GMT
Clementine was outside, sitting by the fire which was now lit. She seemed to be staring longingly into the flames as they engulfed the logs.
"Finally got the fire going, the logs dried out after yesterday's rain. I managed to collect some more wood while I was away. I also caught some fresh fish, we can cook 'em for breakfast-"
"Who are you?" Christa repeated her question from earlier.
"Names Ralph" he replied. "What about you?"
"Christa" she told him bitterly.
"The girl over there is Clementine, right?"
"Hi" Clementine responded to her name.
"What are you doing trusting strangers?" Christa asked her crossly.
"Ralph isn't dangerous-" Clementine began.
"Well he could have been! You have be more careful Clementine he could've-"
"Hey cut the girl a break" Ralph interrupted.
"What do you know, you don't even know us, we don't even know you! This is in between me and Clementine so stay out of it!" Christa yelled angrily.
"Christa! Calm the fuck down! This isn't the time for arguing, especially not in my presence so sort it out later!" Ralph yelled back.
Christa clenched her jaw, annoyed by this strangers presence. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him before sighing "Ok fine"
Ralph walked over and speared a fish which had been cooked on the fire and handed it to Clementine, who took it gratefully. He speared the second and gave it to Christa.
"What about you?" She asked.
"Ah it's ok, I can help myself to a few of my cans. Just like you did last night" he said somewhat bitterly.
"Sorry we thought this place was abandoned" Clementine piped up.
Christa flashed her a small angry glare, Clementine turned away from her harsh gaze.
Ralph sighed "It's ok... I would have probably done the same, I guess. Come, sit down" he said, gesturing for Christa to join them by the fire.
She paused, hesitating for a brief moment before sitting down next to Clementine who turned shyly away, hiding away the hurt she felt from Christa's yelling.
The three were silent as Ralph studied the both closely. "So.... Where's the father, if you don't mind me asking.... I suppose what happened to him happened to about everyone's family"
Clementine sniffed softly at the thought of Omid. Christa's harsh glare soften as memories of what happened yesterday came flooding back. "He died" she replied simply.
"Oh.... How long ago?" He asked.
"Yesterday"
"I'm sorry to hear that"
"What about you, where's your family?" Christa asked.
Ralph paused before answering "Honestly? I don't know. When the apocalypse began I was on the other of the country. Being in the army, see-" he gestured to the uniform lying in the ditch by the bushes "Required me to move around a lot, where the job goes I go. By the time I got home they were.... They were gone. I've searched and searched but I never found them..... I'd give anything to see them again" Ralph closed his eyes, his voice filled with grief.
"Maybe you will find them someday" Clementine said hopefully.
"I hope so" Ralph said giving her a small smile "So... What's your plan? When is the baby coming?"
"Not long now, a month or 2" Christa replied.
"Omid said we should-"
"I know what Omid said" Christa interrupted Clementine who lowered her head sadly.
"... What did he say? If you don't mind me asking."
"Yes we do mind" Christa replied harshly.
"He said that we should go looking for supplies to support the baby and find somewhere safe where Christa can give birth to it. Omid thought a hospital make be a good place to start" Clementine told Ralph.
"Well Omid was wrong. Hospitals are too dangerous"
"Christa has a point. Most hospitals are over run with the dead, it's too risky, last time me and my group went into a hospital most them... Most of them ended up dead"
"But it's our only option" Christa said "And if it's a risk then it's a risk I'm willing to take for the baby's sake. We have no choice" she said darkly.
"But putting the strain of bringing a baby into a world like this on a child isn't right. When you get to the stage of going into labour, Clementine is going to suffer as well as you. You need someone there to help"
"Like who?" Christa asked, turning to face him.
".... Like me." He replied.
Christa scoffed "No way, I barely know you Ralph"
"Look, I have two children of my own, I know how to deal with this kind of thing. I can help you and Clementine, I can support you both, so you don't have to go through this on your own. I know I'm not exactly your first choice, you don't know me from a hole in the ground but I'm the only one right now that can help. I can gather supplies to support the baby when your no longer able, I can look after Clementine, I can find a place where you can have this baby safely. So what do you say, do we have a deal?"
Christa opened her mouth, the words that were going to refuse Ralph's offer began to roll off the tongue when Clementine caught her eye. The little girl stared it her, nodding slowly as a gesture to say that she should accept.
Christa sighed irritably before nodding "Alright, I accept"
Ralph smiled and held out his hand. Christa hesitated before shaking it in agreement "You won't regret it."
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 18:25:13 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 18:25:13 GMT
So uhhhhh what do you think?
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 18:28:33 GMT
Post by Master Psychic on Jan 5, 2014 18:28:33 GMT
Good part. I wonder if Ralph is trustworthy or not.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 18:36:29 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 18:36:29 GMT
Having Ralph around can explain how Clem and Christa survived so long, but only a little.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 18:55:09 GMT
Post by Michael7123 on Jan 5, 2014 18:55:09 GMT
This is by far the best story you have written so far. You should post this over on fanfiction.net.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 19:33:02 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 19:33:02 GMT
This is by far the best story you have written so far. You should post this over on fanfiction.net. Really? Why? Is it really that good?
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 20:09:03 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 20:09:03 GMT
Nice fic, TKA
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 20:52:09 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 20:52:09 GMT
Ralph, Christa and Clementine sat by the table in the caravan, studying a map which was laid out in front of them. "We're not far from a road, if we move west we'll probably stumble upon it and then if we follow it we'll come across a town sooner or later. Once we do, we can scout about and search for supplies and maybe even somewhere that you can have the baby safely" He told them. "That sound like a plan?" he asked.
"I like it" Clementine piped up.
"Yeah, I think this could work" Christa agreed.
"Alright then, gather up your things, we'll leave as soon as possible"
Ralph came out of the caravan with a camouflaged back pack swung over his shoulder "Well I'm all set, can't wait to leave this thing behind" he said, turning to look at the rusty old caravan and then shut the door. "2 weeks in that thing and now I'm more than ready to get going. So, are you two ready?"
"Yeah, we are" Christa replied, rifle in hand.
Ralph glanced at Clementine and then at the gun in Christa's waist band.
"Shouldn't the girl carry fire arms, you know, for safety?" He asked.
"Don't question my judgement, I know what's best for Clementine and for now I'm hanging onto this gun because of past experiences, okay?!"
"... If you want what's best for the girl then you should give her, her gun back" Ralph replied.
"And what would you know, you haven't had to raise a child in an apocalypse! I will give Clementine her gun back when I think she is ready"
"But I am ready-" Clementine began.
"Enough Clementine, I don't want to hear it! .... Lets just go"
"Yeah... Yeah we should." Ralph agreed. He moved over to the fire and knelt down in front of the red hot flames before throwing a bucket of water onto the logs, extinguishing it. There was a crackle from the blackened logs. He stood up and then joined the two, leading them off into the trees.
"You were right about the road" Christa commented as they finally made there way out of the forest and were met by hard cold tarmac. "Of course I was, I know this area" Ralph replied as he followed her out of the bushes.
Clementine glanced around, keeping an eye on the tree line. "Do you think there are any walkers around" she asked fearfully.
"We'll probably encounter a few along the way, but don't worry, I'm sure we'll be fine" Ralph assured her. "Lets get moving" he ordered, walking on ahead.
Christa and Clementine brought up the rear, keeping their distances from each other. Christa looked at Clementine who's gaze was not returned, instead she simply stared at the ground. We can't go on like this. Christa thought to herself. I don't want her to avoid me, I don't mean to hurt her but.... I have to keep her in line. Omid died because of her, I need to make sure something like that doesn't happen again. Even if that means I have to be harsh or cruel, I can't let her make that same mistake again. No one else is going to die, no one.
Christa hates me Clementine thought sadly. Omid's death has changed her, she's different now... What have I done to her? This is all my fault... Maybe Christa's right, maybe I shouldn't have my gun back.... I'll just get someone else killed.
"Hey, Christa can I talk to you for a sec?" Ralph asked.
Christa picked up her pace and came to walk by Ralph "What is it?" She asked.
"Look, I don't know much about you two but I can see there's tension between ya. I understand that there is going to be tension after the babies father died but what exactly is going on?"
Christa glanced back at Clementine before answering "The babies father, Omid, is dead because of her"
"W-what?" He asked in surprise and confusion.
"Omid told her to keep track of her things. But she didn't, instead she left her gun and her back pack unattended, and Omid died because of her stupidity."
Ralph paused "Being mad is understandable. But you can't blame her, it's a mistake, a silly mistake, it's not like she meant to get uh Omid killed."
"I know it's just... If she had done what Omid had said then he would still be alive"
"One day Christa you're going to have to forgive her. One day you're going to see that you can't blame her forever"
The conversation ended and Christa stared towards the trees at the other side of the road. She placed her hands on her stomach, yearning to hold the baby in her arms. It wouldn't be long now, soon it would all be over.
"... Why are you helping us anyway?" Christa asked, turning to look at Ralph.
"Because I wasn't going to leave a pregnant woman and a little girl to suffer on their own. I know I can make a difference for this baby as it no longer has a dad in this world to support it's mother. I'm with you Christa, I'm with you until that day comes."
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 20:52:43 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 20:52:43 GMT
Thanks Omid.... You're still dead though
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 21:22:31 GMT
via mobile
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 21:22:31 GMT
it's baby's,not babies.sorry.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 21:34:41 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 21:34:41 GMT
You're one talk to about grammer deadwaste.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 21:45:45 GMT
Post by IDEK on Jan 5, 2014 21:45:45 GMT
You're one talk to about grammer deadwaste. you're one to complain about grammar Nazi's,tka.
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Mercy
Jan 5, 2014 21:53:45 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 5, 2014 21:53:45 GMT
You got me there.
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Mercy
Jan 6, 2014 21:22:40 GMT
Post by Teacakes on Jan 6, 2014 21:22:40 GMT
"Hey Clementine, why don't you have a look inside the car, see if there's anything inside" Ralph told her as he studied the engine of the car they had stumbled upon only moments earlier.
"You sure that's wise?" Christa asked.
"Of course, she'll be perfectly fine, nothing in there that could cause her any harm"
Clementine opened the car door and climbed inside, sitting on the drivers sheet. She opened up the glove box and fumbled around inside and took out a knife. The blade was pretty sharp as she put it in her pocket and looked around the glove box more only to find nothing.
She opened up the car door and climbed out only to be immediately questioned by Christa "What did you find?"
"Just a knife" Clementine.
"Give it here then"
"Why? I found it"
"You should let her keep a weapon on her person, so she can protect herself" Ralph interrupted.
"Stay out of it Ralph! Clementine! Give me the knife!" She demanded.
Clementine just shrugged glumly. Christa narrowed her eyes "Now!" She yelled.
Clementine took the knife out of her pocket and gave it to Christa "Don't you trust me with a weapon?!"
"No! No I don't not after what happened yesterday, not after what you did to Omid!" Christa yelled angrily.
Clementine's eyes stung as she blinked hard, her lip trembled "You said you didn't blame me!" She cried.
Oh god I did, I didn't mean to say that Clementine, I didn't mean it! "Oh Clementine I'm-" Christa began, reaching out to her and taking her hand. Clementine pulled away and ran over to the edge of the forest, pressing herself up against one of the trees, sobbing sadly.
Christa made a move to approach her when Ralph grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it tightly in his grasp "Leave her, give her time" he told her calmly.
"I didn't mean to-" Christa lowered her head in shame. Oh Clementine, I'm so sorry. Christa thought as she stared with grief at the crying child. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollable as she sobbed, she seemed to be whispering, spitting out words under her breath, her sentences broken. The child herself was broken, falling to pieces before her very eyes.
Christa lifted her hand and covered her mouth "What have I done?" She breathed.
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