Not Our Home: The Walking Dead Season 2 Fanfic

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PART 4:

The whole world around Clementine was black. All she could hear was the muffled voices of people talking.

“Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?” she heard a woman say.

Clementine’s vision slowly starting to shift back to normal. When she could finally see, she saw Omid and Pete to the left of her. They were talking to three figures to the right of them; a black, brown haired pregnant lady wearing a black long sleeve shirt and a white short sleeve over it, a black man with glasses wearing a yellow jacket and jeans, who Clementine assumed to be the other woman’s husband, and a young man around Luke’s age wearing a blue t-shirt with a white long sleeve underneath and camo pants, as well as a red baseball cap and carried a hunting rifle, his appearance kind of reminding her of a younger Kenny. She thought that he must have been the Nick that Luke and Pete were talking about earlier . All five of them were outside in front of the cabin.

“Now hold on Rebecca.” Pete said to the pregnant woman.
“Yeah, we just need some help, that girl needs medical attention!” Omid added.
“Like hell she does! Pete did you even bother to ask where they're from? For all we know they could be working with Carver!” Rebecca told Pete.
“Hey listen lady, we’re not working for anyone. the two of us were alone until Luke and Pete found us.” Omid explained.
“He said him and the girl were attacked, then she was bit by a dog.” Pete said to Rebecca.
“And what, you just believed them? You should put the girl out of her misery right there! Dog bite my ass…” she replied.

Clementine slowly regained her sense as she slowly began to lean up.

“I need a-”

Her sentence was cut short as Nick fired his gun right at Clementine, the bullet hitting the ground only a few inches away from her. She scurried back in panic from the sudden attack.

“Keep your finger off the trigger boy!” Pete said to him angrily as he grabbed the gun from his hands.
“You motherfucker!!” Omid yelled at Nick as he tried to run towards him, but was held back by Pete.

Suddenly, Luke emerged from the cabin after the gunshot.

“Woah! What the fuck?!” He said as he ran over to the group.
“You idiot! Every lurker for five miles probably heard that!” Rebecca said to Nick.
“You’re the one telling me to fucking shoot her!” he replied defensively.
“Everyone just calm down for a second.” the black man said to Rebecca and Nick.

Luke then shoved past them to check on Clementine.

“Clementine are you alright?” he asked her.
“I said I need a doctor. My arm just needs to be taken care of then Omid and I will go.” She told him and the rest of the group.
“Well we’ve got a doctor alright? He’s gonna take a look at your arm.” he reassured her.
He then turned to the rest of the group “Now what the hell us y’alls problem? Okay she’s jus scared!” He reprimanded them.
“We’re all scared Luke, don’t act we’re the ones acting irrational!” Rebecca said to him in defense.

A man then walked out of the cabin to join the group. He was a Hispanic man with flowing black hair and wore a yellow and red plaid shirt with green pants. He was most likely the Carlos Pete had mentioned back in the forest. The man then approached Clementine, offering his hand out to her.

“It’s okay, he’s a doctor.” Luke said to her once again, who was slightly nervous.

Clementine then rolled up her sleeve to show to the doctor, the severity of the bite causing the black man behind him to grimace in disgust.

“Damn, that must’ve hurt” he said behind Carlos.
“So? What’s the deal Carlos?” Luke asked the doctor.
“Well whatever it was, it got her good.” he replied to him.
“This isn’t how we deal with things! When you get bit, you get put DOWN. End of story!” Nick said to Luke and Pete.
“Hey Nick, we’re not just gonna go kill a little girl.” Luke replied to him.
“We could take her arm off.” Pete suggested to the group.
“What?! No fucking way!” Omid said to Pete.
“He’s right, she’s just a little girl; you’d just make her suffer more.” Rebecca added.
“Besides, who would volunteer to do that?” Nick asked.
“I would, if it meant saving her life.” Pete said to him.

Clementine then turned to Carlos, who was still examining her bite.

“I don’t mean to bother anyone, You just need to fix my arm and we’ll go; you’ll never see us again.” She told the doctor.
“Hmm….and where exactly would you two go?” he asked her.
“To find our friend Christa.” She replied.
“Forget it. You won’t get five feet.” Nick warned her.
The cabin door behind them opened slightly. Emerging from the door was a young Hispanic girl about a couple years older than Clementine. She had flowing black hair like Carlos, and wore red glasses on her face with the lenses slightly cracked, as well as a blue jacket and jeans.

“Who’s she?” The girl asked Carlos.
“Sarah, what did I say? Stay inside.” he sternly told her.

Sarah then immediately closed the door and went back into the cabin. Shortly after, Carlos pulled Clementine’s sleeve back over her bite and walked towards the rest of the group.

“So?” Luke asked him nervously
“It’s hard to tell what it is, we’re just going to have to wait it out. In the meantime, we can lock her in the shed for the night.” Carlos told him and the rest of the group.
“What about the other one?” Rebecca asked the doctor about Omid.
“We’ll bring him in and tie him up, make sure he doesn’t leave till the morning.” he explained.
“No! You’re not gonna hurt him!” Clementine said in defense.
“Hey, hey easy Clem, we’re not gonna hurt him. We’re just making sure he doesn’t do anything irrational.” Luke reassured her.
“Yeah, don’t worry Clem, I’ll be fine.” Omid added.
“But what about my arm? It needs to get stitched, and bandaged, and cleaned!” Clementine pleaded with the group.

“Well we do have some medical supplies to spare, maybe we can just-”
“ALVIN. Please.” Rebecca said, cutting him off.
“Oh, uh yeah, we can’t do anything.” he told Clementine nervously.

Luke then proceeded to lead Clementine to the shed. She took one quick glance behind to see Pete starting to bind Omid’s wrists together and lead him into the cabin.

“She’ll turn, you’ll see. And when she does, I’m not gonna be the one to clean up the shed.” Rebecca told the group, causing Clementine to give her a mean glare.

“Is there anyway you can help me? Maybe you can sneak out some things to me?” Clementine asked Luke as the two of them walked up towards the shed.
“I wish I could, but my hands are tied. Sorry.” he responded.

When they arrived at the shed, Luke unlocked the wooden doors, ushering Clementine inside.

“Don’t worry, it’ll just be till morning.” he reassured the eleven year-old as she closed the doors of the shed and locking them shut, leaving Clementine alone in the small confined prison.

Have you gotten the next chapter close to being finished yet? Just wondering.

Hey guys! Um...So yeah, summer's over now for me, so I won't be too lazy to work on this thing. I've got the plot planned out for the rest of the story, and this chapter is almost done. The next part I SWEAR, will be released by the end of the week. Here's the first half of the next part.

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PART 5:

A few hours later…


Clementine had awoken to the sound of thunder coming from outside the shed, the rain pouring down on its roof. She checked her arm only to find it in worse condition than before; the bleeding had stopped, but the entire area around the bite was severely bruised, with a large amount of pus leaking out from the wound. Her arm was stricken with intense pain as soon as she touched her injury. As the pain subsided, Clementine began to observe her makeshift prison, looking for anything she could use to help her escape.

“It’s okay, you’re gonna be fine. Just think back to the dairy; there’s always a way out” she said trying to reassure herself.

She turned to her right and noticed a workbench in mint condition, noticing only a few construction tools on it, as well as a rusty rake on the ground next to her. However, none of them could help her get out of her current predicament. On the wall in front of her, she noticed an anchor hanging on the wall, the ends of it looking sharp enough to easily impale something with enough force. To the right of the anchor was a blue utility box with no locks on it. Clementine immediately went to open the box, but was disappointed to find nothing useful but a spool of fishing line.

“If I have to, I guess I could use these as stitches.” she said to herself as she placed the wire on the workbench.

As she closed the box, Clementine noticed a decayed part of the wall hidden behind the box. She moved the box next to the anchor, and noticed a hole in the wall boarded up by one 2x4 piece of wood. She tried to pull the board off with her bare hands, but it was no use as it was firmly hammered in with nails.

“There’s gotta be a hammer around here somewhere.” Clementine said to herself.

As she turned around. she noticed the hilt of a hammer slightly protruding from a makeshift shelf high above her. She walked over to the shelf and reached out with her one good arm in an attempt to knock the hammer off the shelf, but her fingers ended up moving the hammer farther away from her, and out of her reach. She sighed in frustration as she looked for a way up onto the shelf. Looking to her left, Clementine noticed a table that looked firm enough to hold her up. She helped herself up onto the table, and had a clear view of the hammer hidden behind a white paint can. Leaning on the edge of the table, she reached out as far as she could trying to reach the hammer. However, the shelf started to make heavy creaking sounds, and as soon as Clementine grabbed the hammer, the chains holding the shelf up broke, causing her to fall off the table and onto the wooden floor on her bad arm. As she slowly helped herself up from the fall, she couldn’t help but cry a little in pain as she had noticed several splinters now embedded around her bite, giving her ever so more reason to get out of the shed as soon as possible. Once the pain subsided, Clementine lifted up the fallen shelf to retrieve the hammer that had fallen under it once it broke off. She then walked over to the hole in the wall and began to hook the nails in the 2x4 with the back side of the hammer, which came off with ease. Clementine then removed the board from the hole and began to kick at it a few times, with the third kick creating a hole small enough for her to crawl through.

“Alright, that’s a good first step.” she said to herself with a smile, proud of what she had done.

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As Clementine exited the shed, she had noticed it was very late at night, the rain pouring down on her former prison’s roof.

“They’ve got a doctor, he’s got to have something.” she said to herself as she looked towards the cabin, which she could see light coming from in several windows.

As she walked out towards the front door of the cabin, the rain started to completely soak Clementine’s clothes, the water washing away the blood on her face. Once she got onto the front porch of the cabin, she heard muffled voices coming from the window to the right of her, as she slowly peeked her head out to see Rebecca and Alvin talking to each other in one of the cabin’s bedrooms, with one lantern lighting up most of the room.

“Don’t pull that bullshit on me! I saw you get soft outside with that girl.” Clementine heard Rebecca say to her husband.

“She’s just a little girl Bec!” Alvin replied to her.

“Well that’s not good enough!”

“What did you want me to do? Put a bullet in her?”

“I want you to start doing what’s best for our family!”

“Bec, come on. You know all I care about is you and our child.”

“Well that’s not what I saw out there! Ugh, I need a goddamn drink.” Rebecca mumbled as she left the room, leaving Alvin alone.

Rebecca was right about one thing though, Alvin WAS feeling uneasy about trapping a little girl in their shed for the night without helping her out. Clementine knew that he was not like the others, thinking that he could help her. With that, she took her good hand and slightly knocked on the bedroom window. Alvin then looked up to the window to look for the source of the noise, and was shocked to see Clementine behind it. He then walked over to the window and opened it up to talk to her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing out here?” He nervously whispered to her.

“Please, you have to help me. I know you will, you’re not like the others.” she replied.

“What? No uh...I’m not who you think I am. If anyone finds out you got out, they’re gonna kill you for sure!”

“You don’t have to worry, I can take care of myself; I won’t let anyone know you helped me.”
Alvin then thought about it for awhile, but finally gave in. “Fine dammit I’ll help you.”

He walked over to the dresser and opened up the top drawer, pulling two items out of it before closing it up and walking back to Clementine.

“I couldn’t find any bandages, but this is better than nothing” he told her as he handed her a washcloth with a floral design on it. “And I also got you a juicebox, if you’re uh thirsty or something.” he continued as he handed her a pocket sized apple juicebox.

“Thank you.” The eleven year old replied.

Just then, a knocking sound was heard from outside the room. Alvin quickly turned to face the door, while Clementine ducked under the windowsill.

“House meeting in five minutes Alvin.” The two of them heard Carlos say from behind the door.

“Yeah okay, uh, be there in a bit.” Alvin replied.

Clementine then stood up from under the windowsill.

“Now listen you gotta get back to the shed, like now.” he told the girl as he shut the window down tight.