Not Our Home: The Walking Dead Season 2 Fanfic

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Clementine woke up with a large pain in her stomach, her vision very blurry. She saw that she was laid on her back on what felt like sand. Looking to her left, she saw the river that she and Omid had jumped into last night, and noticed that they were most likely stopped by the blockade of jagged rocks that were in the river.

Violently coughing up some water, Clementine looked up again only to see a figure looming above her, the bright sun in her eyes and her blurry vision making it difficult to tell who it was.

“Clem...Clem, can you hear me?” the figure said, slightly shoving her.
“Ugh...Lee?” Clementine responded weakly to the figure.

But as her vision cleared, she realized that the figure was not Lee, but rather Omid instead.

“Where are we?” She asked him, slowly standing up.
“After we jumped into the river, it took us all the way down to here during the night.” he explained to her.
“So...what do we do now?” Clementine asked Omid.
“This path might lead us back into the forest, we can look for Christa while we’re at it.” He told her, pointing to a broken staircase leading towards a trail into the forest.

Omid then proceeded to lift himself up to the staircase, then reached his hand out to Clementine, who was still on the ground.
“You sure you’re up for this?” she asked him nervously, remembering that he had got shot the night before.
“Clem I’ve got this, gimme your hand.” he said reassuring her.

Clementine then took one quick jump and grabbed onto Omid’s hand, who then helped pull her up to the staircase. The two then started their trek through the forest.

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A couple minutes through walking on the trail, Clementine and Omid stopped and noticed a a warning sign stuck in the ground. The sign read “WARNING: Be cautious of aggressive wildlife.” with pictures of a bear, a snake, and a wolf.

“Do you think any animals even live here anymore?” Clementine asked Omid.
“I doubt it. Walkers probably got them all by now.” he replied.

Suddenly, the two heard rustling coming from a nearby bush. The sound got constantly closer and closer to them over time.

“Clem stay back!” Omid warned her, shoving her back slightly.

The rustling suddenly stopped. A figure slowly emerged from the bushes and revealed itself. A yellow dog walked out of the bushes, surveying it’s environment quickly before noticing Omid and Clementine. The dog lowered its head and began to growl, slowly approaching the two, who cautiously began to walk backwards away from it.

“Hey, easy now boy…” Omid said to the dog nervously as it kept moving towards them.

The dog stopped moving all of a sudden and began to smell the two. After a moment, the dog barked happily and began wagging its tail.

“Well, I guess he likes us.” Omid said to Clementine with a sigh of relief.

Clementine then walked towards the dog, noticing a blue collar around its neck. She looked on the side of the collar and noticed the name “Sam” written in black marker.

“Sam...Well, nice to meet you Sam!” she said to the dog, who barked in response.

Sam’s ears flared up suddenly, as the quickly darted back into the bushes, but not before barking back at Omid and Clementine.

“You think he wants us to follow him?” Clementine asked Omid.
“Well, what choice do we have?” Omid replied as the two walked through the bushes following Sam.

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The two eventually caught up with Sam, as they suddenly realized where Sam had brought them; it was a rundown campsite with two destroyed tents, a campfire with a cooking pot hanging above it, a trash bin, and a broken van. Sam then started wandering around the campsite, sniffing around the entire area.

“What do you think?” Clementine asked Omid.
“Looks abandoned, but you never know.” he said warning her.

As the two began to walk into the campsite, Clementine’s stomach let out a loud grumble.

“You hungry Clem?” Omid asked her jokingly.
“A little…” she replied with a slight smile.
“Well let’s see if there’s anything still left here” he said as he began to walk over a cardboard box inside the van.

As Omid investigated the van, Clementine walked over to one of the tents, having several large tears in the fabric. Inside, she noticed a can of tomato paste, but when she picked it up, she found the can to be empty.

“Ugh I hate scavengers, they take everything!” She said irritated as she dropped the can onto the ground.

Clementine walked away from the tent and towards the garbage can. The putrid smell of the can made her a little queasy, but it was nothing compared to the smell of rotting flesh.

“Well, here we go…” she said uneasily as she rolled up her sleeves and began to rummage through the trash. Her hands felt through many empty bottles and boxes until she felt a slightly heavy can. taking the can out of the trash bin, she was delighted to see that it was an unopened can of beans.

“Oh my God. Thank you!” she said to herself as if it was an answered prayer.

She then turned over to Omid who was still searching through the van.

“Omid, look what I found!” Clementine said triumphantly as she held the can over head.
“Shit, nice find Clem!” he replied, walking over to her.
“Now we just need something to open it…” she said as she looked around for something sharp.

All of a sudden, Sam started barking continuously as he ran over to a tree nearby, where he began to growl.

“What is it Sam?” Clementine asked the dog as she and Omid walked over to him.

The two looked behind a tree and were shocked to notice a walker tied up to the tree, quietly groaning.

Sam slowly walked up to the walker, but jumped back in surprise when the walker reached its hand out in an attempt to grab it.

“It’s okay, he’s dead.” Clementine said, reassuring the dog as she pet his forehead.
“Yeah, look there’s the bite right there on his arm.”Omid said, pointing out the marks of teeth on the walker’s right forearm. There was also a pocket knife embedded in his shoulder.
“Guess he tried to cut it out” Omid added as he noticed the knife.
“But that never works, ever…” Clementine said sadly, thinking back to when Lee had cut his arm off to try and ward off the virus.
“It’s okay Clem, we tried all we could.” Omid said to her.

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Ben was the first to notice that Lee had passed out in the morgue, hearing the slumping of his body behind him as him, Kenny, Omid, and Christa guarded the door from walkers.

“Oh no...Guys, Lee’s down!” he cried as he rushed over to his unconscious body.

The other four ran over to his body as well, pondering over what to do.

“Damn...Is he dead?” Omid asked with a bit of nervousness in his voice.
“I don’t know, his pulse is weak.” Christa said as she checked Lee’s pulse on his left arm.
“Fuck! Help me me get him on the table.” Kenny said to Christa as the two of them lifted Lee onto one of the tables.
“What are we gonna do? He’s not gonna make it any longer with that bite on his arm.” Omid asked the other four.
“No shit Sherlock. Does anyone have any ideas?” Kenny replied angrily to the others.
“Ummm….No?” Ben replied nerviously.
“Thanks a fucking lot Ben. Goddammit…” Kenny replied, worried about Lee’s fate.

“What about taking the arm off?” Christa suggested.
“What?!” Ben repleid in shock.
“No think about it. Maybe the virus hasn’t gotten past his arm yet. If we cut it off we could save him!” she explained.
“Hell that might be crazy enough to just work.” Kenny said, agreeing with her idea.
“How are gonna cut his arm off though?” Omid asked Kenny.
“There’s gotta be something around here we can use…” Kenny said looking around.

Omid then noticed a bonesaw, a yellow tube, and a roll of bandages on the table next to him.

“Guys, maybe we can use these.” he told the group, giving the saw to Kenny.
“Okay, this can work.” He replied as he began to tear to the left sleeve of Lee’s shirt, followed by Omid wrapping the tube around Lee’s arm to stop blood flowing into it.

“Okay, here we go. It’s now or never. Sorry pal, can’t take the risk.” Kenny said to Lee’s unconscious body as he began to pull back the saw.

Suddenly, Lee’s head started shaking as his eyes quickly popped open, noticing Kenny about to saw his arm off.

“DON’T KILL ME!” he yelled as he quickly regained his senses.
“Stop, he’s awake!” Christa told Kenny just before he was about to saw off Lee’s arm.
“He’s still bitten!” Kenny replied to her.
“What the Hell are you guys talking about?” Lee asked the other four.
“We thought that...maybe if we took off your arm...maybe we could get the virus out.” Omid explained to him.
“Do we REALLY have to cut his arm off though?” Ben asked Kenny.
“It’s the only way!” he told him.
“Is there gonna be a lot of blood?” Ben asked once again.
“There’s gonna be a SHITLOAD of blood. “ Christa replied.
“What if he dies?” Omid asked her.
“Then the rest of us leave him and go after Clementine.” she answered.

Lee took one last look at his bitten arm before turning towards Christa.

“Fuck it. Cut it off.” he told her.
“Seriously?” She asked him.
“Yeah, if I’m gonna be able to get to this fucker, I’m gonna need to fight him at my best.” He replied.

Lee then stood up and placed his arm on the table.

“Don’t cut too high though okay?” he asked them.

Kenny and Christa then stood over the bonesaw, deciding who should cut off his arm.

“It was easier when I thought he was out.” Kenny told her, not wanting to cut off Lee’s arm while he was still conscious.
“Oh Jesus, fine.” Christa groaned as she grabbed the saw and placed it on Lee’s arm.

“I’ll go as fast as I can.” she told Lee, trying to reassure him.
Lee then gave her a quick nod. “If I don’t live through it, I want you to-”

But before he could finish, Christa began sawing through his arm, with what seemed like almost a gallon of blood pouring out of his arm. He screamed in intense pain as the saw went deeper and deeper into his arm.

“Just stay still!” Christa told him as she continued sawing through, the sound of cutting through the bone making an unsettling cracking sound.
“OH GOD!!” Lee managed to say through his screams of pain.
“I know!!” Christa said as she was almost through, grimacing at the current condtion of the arm, hanging off the table by a small part of skin.

Christa finally finished cutting through Lee’s arm, the hole where his arm used to be spraying blood all over the table, completely soaking her hands. Upon seeing the state his arm was in, Lee went into shock and passed out again, leaning onto the table.

“Shit not again!” Christa said shortly afterward.

Omid then passed the bandages to Christa, who then proceeded to wrap them around the stump that was once Lee’s arm. The blood continued to soak through the bandages for a couple of seconds until the bleeding stopped.

“Fuck…did it work?” Omid asked her.
“I don’t know. I hope so.” Christa answered uncertainly, as the four of them looked over Lee’s body.

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Omid picked up a large tree branch that lied next to the walker and prepared to bash its head in.

“Clem, why don’t you go play with Sam while I deal with this okay?” he asked her.
“Okay” She replied.

While looking around for something to play with, she noticed a Frisbee disc lying on the ground. She picked it up and waved over to Sam.

“Hey Sam, wanna play catch?” she asked the dog, who then barked happily in response.

Clementine then bent her arm back as she threw the Frisbee over Sam’s head, who then proceeded to run after the disc and catch it in his mouth, and then returned back to Clementine.

“Good boy Sam!” She said nicely as she pet his head. She always wanted her parents to get her a dog, but they never agreed to it, saying that she would get one once she got older.

At that moment, Omid had killed the walker and retrieved the knife from its shoulder. It was still pretty sharp, and therefore usable.

“Alright Clem, I’m done here. You wanna eat?” he asked her as he walked towards her.
“Yeah, I’m starving.” she replied.

The two of them sat down on a log. Clementine picked up the can of beans.

“Is it okay if I can open it? I’m gonna have to learn eventually.” She asked Omid.
“Sure Clem, just be careful not to cut yourself.” he replied, handing her the knife.
Clementine then went to work on the can, cutting it open in a clockwise manner.

“Please don’t be bad” She said to herself right before she finished opening it.

Thankfully for the two of them, the beans were revealed to be fully edible, not having expired yet.

“Thank God.” Clementine said with a deep sigh.

As she and Omid began to dig in to their “feast”, Sam walked over to them and sat down, whimpering at the two hoarding the food. Clementine then stopped eating and looked sadly at the dog.

“Omid, can I feed Sam some food?” She asked him.
“Of course you can.” he replied.

Clementine then took out a handful of beans and put them in Sam’s face.

“Here you go.” she said to the dog.

Instead of taking the beans in her hand, Sam instead went to bite the whole can of beans in her other hand, knocking it to the ground and spilling some.

“Hey! Don’t eat it all.” She said as she quickly snatched the can away from Sam.

Sam then began to growl angrily, and that moment, he lunged for Clementine’s left arm, biting down on it and dragging onto the dirt ground. In fear, she picked up the can with her other arm and began to continuously hit Sam in the face with the can, doign nothing to stop the dog except for slightly cutting its nose.

“CLEMENTINE, NO!” Omid cried as he quickly grabbed the pocket knife and tackled Sam off of her, the force of the tackle strong enough to leave some of the dog’s teeth embedded in her arm.

At that moment. Clementine looked on weakly as she saw Omid’s eyes fill with rage, showing no mercy on Sam as he stabbed the dog continuously, each strike letting out a weaker and weaker whimper from the animal. Clementine tried to crawl over to him and get him to stop, but it was no use, he was too obsessed with maiming the beast that had attacked his friend.

“Omid, stop!” she cried out, but he still did not hear her.

He then finished the dog off with one final strike, driving the knife straight into it’s eye, which then proceeded to stay skewered on the knife as Omid pulled the knife out of the dog’s skull. He then stood over it for a couple moments, the animals blood splattered over the majority of his shirt and slightly on his face.

“Omid Stop!” Clementine said once again as she stood up weakly, grabbing Omid’s shoulder, causing him to snap back into reality.

As if from a very bad hangover, Omid held his head in pain.

“Ugh, god….Clem, are you okay?” he asked her.
“You butchered that dog! What the Hell was that for?!” she yelled angrily, ignoring his question.
“Clem I’m sorry. It’s just that, after the baby, then Christa, I don’t wanna lose you too. You’re the only thing I’ve got left in this world.” he told her sadly.
“I…” Clementine said weakly, but before she could finish, the blood she was losing from the bite caused her to pass out and fall to the ground.
“Shit...don’t worry Clem, I’m gonna get you out of here.” He told her unconscious body as he began to pick up her body and walked out of the camp, continuing his search for Christa.

OMID?! WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU DOG BUTCHERER!

Nice to finally see this updated.

Damn... I didn't think Omid would have it in him to do that to Sam.

And now they'll be meeting the Cabin group soon, right?

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Like I told Bio before, my friend told me that all you need is Microsoft Word to post chapters. But you can ask TKA or Rock114 if you need assistance.

Nice update.