Not Our Home: The Walking Dead Season 2 Fanfic

Yeah, like I said, the ending was kinda rushed IMO. I had a hard time wrapping up the chapter, but the next chapter will be more promising though. After that chapter's posted, I'll upload the two chapters up to Fanfiction.net and see what other people think of it.

Okay guys, next chapter!

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PREVIOUSLY, ON THE WALKING DEAD...

"You have to shoot me, honey"
"Lee...no...."
"Find Omid...and Christa..."

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"Omid, Christa, where are you?!?!"

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"We can't just leave them out there, you're willing to let a little girl fend for herself?!"
"I know, but we have to go, those walkers will back soon."

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"Omid, Christa, I thought I'd never find you!"
"Where's Lee?"
"I killed him..."
"It's okay Clementine. You won't have to do something like that ever again, I promise. The worst is over now."

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CHAPTER 1: WHERE ARE WE TO HIDE

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6 Months Later....

Clementine stood in the forest, her face covered in dirt after weeks without washing her face, admiring the all of the trees that surrounded her, as well as the birds that lived inside of them. The last 6 months had been difficult for her, Omid and Christa, with her baby expected in a couple of weeks. She smiled as she stared into the sky, thinking how proud Lee would be of her surviving this long.

"What do you think?" Omid said to Christa as they were scoping out the public restroom, making sure that is was deserted before entering. Clementine left her daydream, attracted to their conversation.

"Omid, you can't be serious." Christa replied.
"I am!" he said with enthusiasm.
"We are NOT doing that." she said light heartedly as they started to walk towards the restroom, knowing that it was now abandoned. Clementine followed them.
"Why not?" Omid replied.
"Because!" Christa said simply.
"'Cmon Christa, what's wrong with 'Omid'?" 
"We're not calling our baby Omid. ONE of you is enough. Clementine, a little help here?" Christa said with a chuckle.
"Omid The Second" he said rambling off different names.
"No" she replied.
"Omid Jr.?" 
"No!"
"You have to admit, it has a ring to it!"

"What if it's a girl?" Clementine added in.
"Then we name her Christa!" Omid said to her.
"But I'M Christa, I don't wanna call her Christa, that's just confusing." she said, hating the idea.
"Then name her Genevieve, I don't care!" Omid said jokingly.
"How can you not care? You're not taking this seriously." Christa said to him.
"I take everything seriously, especially Little Omid's future."
"Keep talking like that, and you'll be sleeping in the rain tonight. Remember that time back in Barstow?" Christa asked him.
"Vegas weekend." Omid said, remembering the life they used to have before the apocalypse.

Christa smiled back at Omid's comment before she walked into the men's restroom.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up in the girls' room Clem?" Omid asked her.
"I hope the sink works in there." she replied.
"I wouldn't count on it. Just make sure to keep track of your things and be careful; Christa and I will be right next door if anything happens." He explained to her.
"Okay." she replied simply.

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Clementine walked into the bathroom, the smell of blood and guts filling her nostrils, but she had been so used to the smell by now it didn't affect her.
"Hello?" She called out in case anyone was hiding in the stalls. There was no answer however.  All three of the stalls were closed. 

I should probably check all of them before I clean myself up. She thought to herself as she approached the first stall.

She opened the stall aiming her gun inside, only to find nothin but the toilet broken, it's contents layed around it on the floor.

"Gross." Clementine said aloud as she closed the door and moved to the next stall.

As she opened the second stall all she noticed was blood covering the entire stall except for an object that layer on the toilet. Clementine looked closer at the object and saw that it was a stuffed rabbit, with one of its ears cut off. She sighed sadly at the sight and moved to the final stall, which was surprisingly cleaner than the other two, save for water all over the floor.

"Guess it's safe to get cleaned up." She said aloud again as she walked towards the sink.

She took a quick look at herself in the unbroken mirror, waiting eagerly to get all of the dirt off of her face. She tried to turn on the sink, hoping there would be some water left, but of course there was none.

"Figures, but it was worth a shot." she said to herself.

She put her gun next to the sink as she brought her backpack onto the counter, unzipping it to retrieve her water bottle and a rag. She wet the rag with the bottle, than quickly put the cap back on the bottle and proceeded to wash her face. She then took another look at the mirror to make sure she didn't miss any spots, and smiled when her face was all clean.

"Better." she said with a smile.

Clementine went to go put the bottle back in her backpack but accidentally knocked it off the counter.

"Oh shoot!" she said quietly as she watched the bottle roll under the third stall door. 

She quickly stepped away from the sink and opened to the stall to retrieve the bottle, disgusted at the fact that it was now covered in toilet water.

As soon as she picked up the bottle, she heard the bathroom door open, looking into the mirror to see who it was. She was shocked when she didn't see neither Omid nor Christa, but instead a teenage African-American girl with a red hoodie enter the room. Thinking quickly, Clementine shut the stall door closed and stood on the toilet seat as she watched the stranger through the crack in the door. The stranger immediately walked over to Clementine's backpack, searching its contents. After searching her backpack for a few seconds, she noticed Clementine's gun to the right up, which she instantly picked up. At the same time, Clementine could feel the toilet seat about to slip, and made a slightly audible sound. The stranger heard the noise, and slowly walked towards Clementine's stall who tried to stay as still as possible in order to prevent anymore noise. When the stranger got to Clementine's stall, she looked through the crack to see her inside, and pointed her gun at her.

"I see you. Get out of there." The stranger said simply.
"That's my gun." Clementine responded.
"S'mine now" 
"Give it back."
"Why should I?"

The stranger then opened up the stall, still keeping the gun on Clementine, and motioned her to get out. Scared for her life, Clementine stepped off the toilet and walked out of the stall.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Clementine asked as she walked out.
"Only if you're stupid." the stranger replied angrily.

The stranger continued to search Clementine's backpack, still pointing the gun at her.

"You got anything good on you?" She asked her.
"You don't have to do this; it's mean." Clementine said, trying to plead with her.
"You got to be mean if you're gonna make it out here." She replied.
"I'm not mean..." Clementine said sadly.
"Whatever. I'm serious, what else you got?" The stranger demanded, pointing the gun closer to Clementine.
"That's it!" she said.
"Don't lie to me, I'll pop you." the stranger threatened.
"I don't have anything!!" Clementine cried.
"Gimme that hat." The stranger said, being okay with just taking anything from her.
"No!" Clementine responded, refusing to give up the last memory she had of her parents.
"Where'd you get it?" the stranger asked her?
"My dad gave it to me." Clementine explained, not wanting to lie.
"Just give it to me." the girl said, uninterested.

Clementine didn't budge though, and the stranger just decided to give up and continue to search her backpack.
"Junk, junk, junk. Look at all this junk!" the stranger said aloud.
"Shit, shit, and more shit. Why you ain't got nothin' good?"

As she continued rambling on, the bathroom door opened again, a pair of legs was visible to Clementine under the stalls. 

"Not like the last people I got; THAT was a catch." The stranger continued rambling.

The figure became clearly visible, revealing himself to be Omid. He took a quick glance at Clementine, trying to comfort her. Clementine looked back for a quick second, but then looked back at the stranger when she started talking again.

Please do something Omid... She thought to herself.

'You're just a little fish." The stranger said, looking at Clementine.
"You gonna cry little fish?"

At the same time, Omid started to slowly walk up to the stranger and try to disarm her.

Completely not noticing him, the stranger continued looking through Clementine's backpack until she pulled out a picture, the same one she found of Lee back at the drugstore.

"This your daddy? What a bozo." the stranger said, disgusted at Lee's appearance in the picture.

At that moment, Omid took a quick look at the bathroom door, and noticed that it was just about to close. At that moment, he rushed the stranger, grabbing her arm trying to get the gun out of her hand. They struggled for awhile, until the gun jumped out of her hand, and landed on the ground next to Clementine. As the gun hit the floor however, it went off, the bullet going straight through Omid's right leg. Causing him to fall down and clutch at it in pain. Clementine quickly ran to the gun, grabbed it, and aimed at the stranger, who was still running at her trying to tackle her. In a act of fear, Clementine pulled the trigger, the bullet going straight through the strangers chest, causing her to slowly fall to the floor, and bleed to death.

Clementine was completely frozen, horrified at what she had just done. Remembering Omid had been wounded during the struggle for the gun, she ran over to him to make sure she was okay. Moments later, Christa also entered the bathroom, with her rifle ready. 

"Omid! Oh my god what happened? Your're leg's bleeding!" Christa said as she tried to help put pressure on the wound.
"It's nothing Christa. Clem just got into some trouble and I tried to help, but she took care of it. Dammit, thought I'd have to stop worrying about my leg back in Savannah." Omid said with a slight chuckle as he grimaced in pain at the wound.
"Clementine, keep pressure on the wound while I go get some bandages. I'll be back in a second." Christa explained to her as she exited the room. 

Omid than turned to look at Clementine, who was still pushing on his wound, her hands being covered in his blood. 
"Hey, you did really good Clem, saving my ass back there." he said to her sincerely.
"Swear." She replied with a slight giggle. It was these little moments she had missed spending with Lee several months ago.

Christa then came back with bandages in hand, wrapping them around the wound, which quickly turned red due to all of the blood it was absorbing.

"Okay, that should hold until it fully heals, Clementine, do you think you can check that girl and see if she's got anything on her?" she asked her.
"Okay." She replied.

She looked down sadly at the stranger's body, who's blood had now formed a small pool around her. Grimacing at her body, Clementine searched her pockets, only to find nothing but 4 bullets.

"Nothing but a few bullets." she said to Christa, who was helping Omid to his feet. 
"Wait, then where's her gun?" Christa asked her.
"She didn't have one, she took mine..." Clementine responded sadly.
WHAT?! You just let her take it?!" Christa yelled at there in anger.
"It's not my fault! I was washing my face, and the bottle fell under the stall, so I left my gun by the-"
"Do you realized what happened to Omid because of your mistake?!" Christa interrupted.
"C'mon Christa, It could've been worse. Besides, she saved me!" Omid said to her."
"Yeah, it could've been worse; she could've gotten you killed!" Christa said, glaring at Clementine.

Clementine was deeply saddened by what Christa had just said, and ran out of bathroom crying while Omid and Christa looked on.
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Finally! This took FOREVER TO WRITE! Anyway, post your feedback in the comments.

Well done, bro.  You prevented Omid's death.

Now if only Christa could calm down a little.

Yeah, his leg seems to have the worst kind of luck.

But she'll take a different root since Omid is alive. For now...

Cool.

Part 2 is done! Part 3 will be released probably next Monday as I said in the post. Expect another 3 or so parts before this chapter's over.